most people spend more time planning their vacation than they do planning their lives.
can’t really blame them,
a vacation guaranteed to happen in the near future is infinitely more interesting to plan for, than a volatile and incontrollable life,
(the pandemic taught us that much)
I can’t really say that I was planning to retire at the young age of 35 once I’ve sold the lemonade stand cartel that I had built BUT, even as a child, I have always had a very strong sense of what I wanted,
I didn’t know how, I didn’t even know why, I knew what.
turns out, that’s the worse possible way to plan your life, at least for me it was.
for a very long time inertia had got the better of me and I got stuck collecting nothing more than blind momentum, that I had proudly labeled “achievements.”
luckily, it only took two panic attacks and nine months of weekly visits to the couch for me to stop and ask myself…
“what the fuck is this for?”
the answer to that question has allowed me to write myself reminders (not marching orders,)
and obtain more clarity and drive than I’ve ever had in my life.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
today is day 191 of the year, there are 175 days remaining of 2022.
