This may be news to some, but it is likely the least shocking and most underwhelming declaration to those who have known me well over the last 5 years: I love goal setting. I’m a total goal digger.
At my core I’m an idea generating, relationship developing, connection making, and all around goal crushing nerd trapped inside what recently has felt like an ad-hoc life on the fast track to somewhere, but certainly no where externally defined.
In my previous life I was goal obsessed (It was borderline unhealthy). I would ‘create possibility’ and make vision boards during every spare moment. I craved time with friends who wanted to talk about their goals, or even better, allow me to peel away the layers to discover the goals they never knew they had. I was devastated by people who didn’t know any of their own unique passions, or didn’t want to spend all of their free time exploring their own existential purpose. I kept a notebook with me at all times where I recorded all of my ideas, projections, and complete mental regurgitations of work/life flows and strategic mind maps – it was yellow, you may have seen it with me everywhere from 2009-2011.
Sometime over the last three years I lost a little touch with that presence of mind when it comes to my own development. I continue to build, I have ‘goals’ in the most practical of terms, but I left the constant state of possibility somewhere far behind me. Maybe it was for the best, but maybe I can make a little room for that imagination without losing my bearings in the now.
Recently Dar became an ambassador for our lululemon showroom here in Charlottesville, and one of her first assignments was/is to develop her goals. When she asked me to help her expand on her brainstorms and sketch out her milestones it was as if, finally, after two years of being partnered on business goals she realized my full existence and allowed me to revisit my former self. A little too involved? Maybe, but it only took a few minutes for my arms to get tired of holding Tank up towards the sky like Simba, and eventually the Lion King theme song ended and my iPod shuffled over to some other meaningless anthem. And as suddenly as it all began, I was back to normal… but a normal that lives somewhere in the middle of the spectrum.
Last night we finally made time and talked goals. We discussed 10 year visions, the 5 year milestones, and the now. We contemplated what we each need to be doing right now to get started on that trajectory that we secretly hope lingers around the bend. What’s there to do? So much. So, so, much, and it’s all exciting, terrifying, and overwhelming in all the best and worst ways.
We spent 45 minutes talking through the different exercises, the overall objective, and a few of the details surrounding our own personal milestones. And then, of course, I spent another 45 minutes alone on my own head, scribbling out crazy detailed and psychotic mind maps to show how all of the goals, the next 10 years, and points of performance that all connect to the end goal(s). What’s life without a little chaos? I wouldn’t recognize it.
While my actual full-blown 2015+ goals are not yet complete, there are a few big ticket items that did manage to sprout and find growth even in the darkest of times, and we’re just about ready to scream it from the rooftops….but not quite yet…