2022 is off to the races. Generally, I’m depressed by the thought of putting another year in the history books but I get the sense that this one will be different. This is one that I am actually looking forward to. A fresh chance at a fresh start.
Let’s not downplay 2021, it was a pretty solid 12 months in my personal universe. Got engaged, got married, went back to Costa Rica, got better at my job, etc., etc…but there is still a lot more to be desired. There is still room for improvement.
One of my main goals of this upcoming year is to follow thru on things. I have quite a few unfinished projects that I will create a long list of excuses to avoid doing. One of my theories is that if you are unsure of what you are meant to do on this earth, look toward the one thing you will do anything to NOT do, and start there.
I feel that I have this gift that I am obligated to share with the world. Something that, on some scale, could make this place a better world to live in. The only problem is, I subconsciously avoid it. I build it up in my head to a point where even the slightest step in the right direction, no matter how miniscule or unrelated, comes with a great deal of anxiety. I have an unexplainable fear of accomplishing my goals. A fear of succeeding.
I know this, because my goals are easily obtainable. They are written in the stars. It is only me standing in the way of them. They would, without a doubt, improve my life and the life of those around me. They would be reached with any reasonable effort. Yet for some reason I stick them in a dark corner and avoid even looking at them.
2022 will be different for that. Not different for 2 weeks. Not different for 22 days. 2022 as a whole. It will be different. My only hope is that when I’m sitting down on the first Monday of 2023, I don’t write about the past, or my hopes for the future. I plan to be a man who focuses on today. This year will be a good year, one day at a time.
The Journey 