Showing posts with label goals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goals. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Low-hanging fruit in a dense thicket of distraction

Gentlemen,

I am reclaiming my duty to act. For too long I've been a captive of my imagination. I've never stopped dreaming, never stopped creating wonderful scenarios in my minds eye. Despite, or perhaps because of, this propensity for dreaming, I've been hit with a jab enough times that I'm reluctant to let down my guard and fire a body shot once in a while. I'd forgotten how, exactly, to punch... how to set goals. The process of setting performance-based goals was liberating, but it doesn't free me from responsibility. It compels me to work diligently.

I've got to regain focus. Distractions abound. Goals can only be accomplished through effort and dedication. I can either be dedicated to the internet and its seductive tangential logic or I can be dedicated to my own course of self-improvement.

  • As I'm writing this, I quit Facebook. Time to get real.
  • Been eating better. Making food at home. Had a physical recently and while other vital signs are good, my blood pressure is not so hot. This could attributed to several factors, to genetics, but it could also be lifestyle based. Stress and laziness could also be culprits. Eating out constantly probably shoots my DRV of sodium by quite a bit. I need to cook for myself more, & monitor my salt intake. It's really not a good thing when your own laziness imperils your health. Eating out for me has been a matter of convenience, but it's not very convenient to have high blood pressure at 29.
  • I'm trying to move to NYC. Monday morning I sent an email to the head of Human Resources at NYU Wagner School of Public Policy. (I should note this was not done in a vacuum. My girlfriend, Grisel, was instrumental in laying the groundwork for this.)
  • Come payday, I know exactly which bike tools I'm going to buy to enable me to work on my own bike. For years, I've wanted the proper equipment to at least attempt my own repairs. Trying to fix your brakes while the bike is leaning up against the wall, moving every time you apply the slightest bit of torque with what is, inevitably not the correct wrench, is not fun. It is actually awful. A stand and a proper toolkit are what the bike doctor prescribes.
  • Don Quixote is on order.
I look forward to being in your corner. The bell has rung, and it's time to kick out the stool of complacency and fire back in combination.


Friday, January 21, 2011

Braced for impact

“Ever since I was a child I have had this instinctive urge for expansion and growth. To me, the function and duty of a quality human being is the sincere and honest development of one's potential.” - Bruce Lee 

Good friends,

I'm launching a hub that will allow us to motivate, encourage, and advise one another. It will be a forum for shared experience, thought, and innovation. As much as we are willing to contribute them, our collective energies can make a significant impact not only in each other's lives, but throughout society.

I recognize tremendous untapped potential in every one of us. Inevitably, it is sometimes wasted. It is lost to distractions; television, Angry Birds, facebook, football/hockey season, etc. We have all spent several hours in the past week on these. Distraction, procrastination, and laziness sap so much unproductive time. I know that every one of us still has lofty hopes for ourselves. Sadly, those hopes often just remain hopes, never coming to fruition, never even recorded. As we settle into adulthood, we are in danger of comfortable complacency. We have not become the heroes we hoped to become when we were young. Life is alright, though, and we make enough to pay all the bills (usually) and splurge on fun once in a while. We become homeowners. Family men. Account holders. Office Zombies. These are not all bad things, but they sap so much of our attention that little is left for our dreams. What was the last truly remarkable project that you pursued wholeheartedly? Can you easily think of three things you did in the past year that you are most proud of? Aren't you capable of so much more?

Life has taken us to different places...Connecticut, Buffalo, California, Boston. A space is needed where we can reciprocally share and appreciate the most meaningful prospects in our lives. Enter Collective Impact. Here, we will state and deadline our ambitions, to be noted on a linked page for each of us. Through posting and commenting here, we can remark on our progress and the challenges we confront daily, weekly, or even monthly. By publishing our intentions, we are held accountable to them.

Protocol
Your mission list should be specific (not "get better at X", but rather "grab X by the back of the neck, bend it over, and spank X til my palm bleeds"), measurable ("said palm will bleed one pint of blood"), and timed ("by the stroke of midnight on February 30").

I have listed a whole matrix of  missions, spanning four categories of body (for physical/athletic pursuits), business (for money matters), brain (get knowledge), and benevolence (for altruistic endeavors; could be social, political, spiritual, environmental). I designated three missions for each category; generally, one for each of these three types: trying something new, peak performance in something I have done before, and a consistency goal for long-term commitment to an activity. Use or ignore any of these categories and types as you see fit. Most importantly, you need to define objectives that are critical and inspiring to YOU.

Join me. We have a world to conquer.
And if my call to action isn't compelling enough, heed the words of someone whose eloquence moved masses and shook society:

"We are now faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this unfolding conundrum of life and history, there is such a thing as being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Life often leaves us standing bare, naked, and dejected with a lost opportunity. The tide in the affairs of men does not remain at flood -- it ebbs. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage, but time is adamant to every plea and rushes on. Over the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations are written the pathetic words, "Too late."
-MLK, Jr.