Seven years? Seven days is pretty ambitious for me. As far as mental health, daily strenuous exercise is a great way to release stress. Plus, it might help keep me alive for at least seven more years!
I find that whenever I plan, something happens that takes things in a completely different direction than what I expected. In the recent past I've unexpectedly changed countries, occupations, homes, cars, and friends. Moved to a place I never had an intention to live, started a substack I never intended to start, got a rescue cat who's a wise old soul, and had a family member decide to chase an online influencer forty years younger. You can't make this stuff up, life loves to throw curveballs as if it's the best fun to watch humans have to dodge and strike out. So I go forward with intentions but not plans, because that's all that seems to not incite the curveball throwers to throw like mad and disrupt my life completely.
I agree, Henny re: yearly plans but the CITD post was written in 2017 when I was coming out of one bad situation and working like hell to get to a better place (cut to the chase: mission accomplished, but I'm restless and need a new goal!)...I try not to read over that "seven-year plan" and say to myself "welp, I failed" but rather "it was an honest attempt, so let's course-correct it" which I'm actually doing now! Thanks for reading what at first felt like a sad-sack post!
Seven years? Seven days is pretty ambitious for me. As far as mental health, daily strenuous exercise is a great way to release stress. Plus, it might help keep me alive for at least seven more years!
I find that whenever I plan, something happens that takes things in a completely different direction than what I expected. In the recent past I've unexpectedly changed countries, occupations, homes, cars, and friends. Moved to a place I never had an intention to live, started a substack I never intended to start, got a rescue cat who's a wise old soul, and had a family member decide to chase an online influencer forty years younger. You can't make this stuff up, life loves to throw curveballs as if it's the best fun to watch humans have to dodge and strike out. So I go forward with intentions but not plans, because that's all that seems to not incite the curveball throwers to throw like mad and disrupt my life completely.
I need a curveball.
Also, Ellen is fucking top-notch cool. Holy crap. Let’s shoot the movie, El.
I’ve never really believed in yearly plans. Just try my best every day.
And the older I get the less I want to look into the future. Every day is a gift and we’ve only got so many!
I agree, Henny re: yearly plans but the CITD post was written in 2017 when I was coming out of one bad situation and working like hell to get to a better place (cut to the chase: mission accomplished, but I'm restless and need a new goal!)...I try not to read over that "seven-year plan" and say to myself "welp, I failed" but rather "it was an honest attempt, so let's course-correct it" which I'm actually doing now! Thanks for reading what at first felt like a sad-sack post!