Change
Change 4/365
Why am I so tired all the time? Ok I don't sleep. So let's think. Let's make....I decide to make a plan. Move into plan mode. Make a list. Set my goals on fire. Light them to the high winds of change. Solid change. Change like in a millionaires bill fold. Solid. Not like a kid going to the corner store for Now and Laters and Lemonheads. Running with loose socks with the chimes and harmonic pings of stolen, no let's say borrowed change from Moms nightstand in their empty little pockets.
No. A solid plan like a Black Card. Solid. The weight of stainless steel that can break a bank firmly in stiff pockets plan. Heavy in the pocket. Solid plans like the clean, thick neatly folded stack of freshly minted Ben Franks cut fresh off the press. Solid like the diamonds recessed within the millionaires engraved initials on this shiny gold bill fold holding pocket change that could buy a hundred corner stores and all the Hot Cheetos to make half of Los Angeles, Chicago and NewYork cry. OK, you get it secure, solid mutual fund plans. Laser engraved plans on imported Marble on each step to prosperity.
But Yo! —
What?
These plans are late.
Late?
Yes. My future has been impregnated by the inactivity of unwritten lists and the prophylactic of not thinking too much has been forgotten in the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed of of my life. We have given birth to dreams with no home. Orphans with no candy. No home and no destination. We decided to... This as far as I can take this metaphor. Next.
So...tonight we sit. We plan. We have an actual pen within our claw like texting hands and we scribble and doodle. We ask ourselves: What do we want? What does this year have in the bottle for these dreams? Our sweet dreams, made up of the dust of last years slow walk through the mud. Tonight we bless pen to paper. We let the ink bleed with ambition, hope, and energy. We push the pen into shapes and patterns that define our future. Or at least a rough sketch. Lines poking through the fog.
The haze of last year is ephemeral and now we seek foundational change. We see it. We feel it. We believe it. We seek it. We will make it happen. Now.
Where's my pen? My paper?
Let’s keep it simple. We approach this new year with new motivation. This year we decided not to throw our dreams on the elliptical at Planet Try for a week then after a minor lapse in motivation and wool power go buy a box of donuts and binge watch 3 seasons of what’s that show name.
Nope. Plan it map it. Diagram it. Mansplain or Womansplain the hell out of that poor piece of paper and just move in the direction of Thoughtful Action. The energy and the I will DO attitude is good. So draw a Venn diagram or whatever you want. Whatever gets those sweet dreams into the real world. It’s a basic task that has to be done.
“Damn. This sounds like homework.”
Well...It is but you can either fail again or try again. Time has given you a catalyst. It has given tons of third and forth chances to change but we ignored the symbols in the shapes of the clouds. So we try. We sit. We write some realistic goals. Immediate goals for our future self to read in 6 months from now. Goals our future self can read and say...Thank You.
Note to self: Buy a nice notebook [Note to Future self: Get an affiliate link]
[Note to future self's self (That My future self's future self ---INCEPTION style): Make your own]
Thanks for reading.
Tomorrow.
Change 4/365
IG: @docsurreal
Day 1 Blog: HERE
Why am I so tired all the time? Ok I don't sleep. So let's think. Let's make....I decide to make a plan. Move into plan mode. Make a list. Set my goals on fire. Light them to the high winds of change. Solid change. Change like in a millionaires bill fold. Solid. Not like a kid going to the corner store for Now and Laters and Lemonheads. Running with loose socks with the chimes and harmonic pings of stolen, no let's say borrowed change from Moms nightstand in their empty little pockets.
No. A solid plan like a Black Card. Solid. The weight of stainless steel that can break a bank firmly in stiff pockets plan. Heavy in the pocket. Solid plans like the clean, thick neatly folded stack of freshly minted Ben Franks cut fresh off the press. Solid like the diamonds recessed within the millionaires engraved initials on this shiny gold bill fold holding pocket change that could buy a hundred corner stores and all the Hot Cheetos to make half of Los Angeles, Chicago and NewYork cry. OK, you get it secure, solid mutual fund plans. Laser engraved plans on imported Marble on each step to prosperity.
But Yo! —
What?
These plans are late.
Late?
Yes. My future has been impregnated by the inactivity of unwritten lists and the prophylactic of not thinking too much has been forgotten in the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed of of my life. We have given birth to dreams with no home. Orphans with no candy. No home and no destination. We decided to... This as far as I can take this metaphor. Next.
So...tonight we sit. We plan. We have an actual pen within our claw like texting hands and we scribble and doodle. We ask ourselves: What do we want? What does this year have in the bottle for these dreams? Our sweet dreams, made up of the dust of last years slow walk through the mud. Tonight we bless pen to paper. We let the ink bleed with ambition, hope, and energy. We push the pen into shapes and patterns that define our future. Or at least a rough sketch. Lines poking through the fog.
The haze of last year is ephemeral and now we seek foundational change. We see it. We feel it. We believe it. We seek it. We will make it happen. Now.
Where's my pen? My paper?
Let’s keep it simple. We approach this new year with new motivation. This year we decided not to throw our dreams on the elliptical at Planet Try for a week then after a minor lapse in motivation and wool power go buy a box of donuts and binge watch 3 seasons of what’s that show name.
Nope. Plan it map it. Diagram it. Mansplain or Womansplain the hell out of that poor piece of paper and just move in the direction of Thoughtful Action. The energy and the I will DO attitude is good. So draw a Venn diagram or whatever you want. Whatever gets those sweet dreams into the real world. It’s a basic task that has to be done.
“Damn. This sounds like homework.”
Well...It is but you can either fail again or try again. Time has given you a catalyst. It has given tons of third and forth chances to change but we ignored the symbols in the shapes of the clouds. So we try. We sit. We write some realistic goals. Immediate goals for our future self to read in 6 months from now. Goals our future self can read and say...Thank You.
Note to self: Buy a nice notebook [Note to Future self: Get an affiliate link]
[Note to future self's self (That My future self's future self ---INCEPTION style): Make your own]
Thanks for reading.
Tomorrow.
Change 4/365
IG: @docsurreal
Day 1 Blog: HERE
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