Tomorrow is my 38th birthday. It hasn’t really sunk in yet, but it will. Hopefully it’ll be better than my 34th, where I actually thought I was 33. Yup, I literally forgot how old I was for almost an entire year. No bueno.
Looking back over the past year, I can’t help but think about the various goals I’ve started for myself. Make more money (eh, 3% more). Save more (big fat nope!). Be consistent with running (not quite….). Start lifting again (I went….four times). Earn side income (not even close). Spend less time watching TV and being mindless (oops). Pretty much struck out on all goals there.
Sometimes it comes in fits and starts. Sometimes I get really jazzed about something, but it always peters out. I remember in 2018 I was going to start a website where each month, I would spend a certain amount of time learning some skill (Rubik’s Cube, harmonica, Spanish, etc.) and document everything. I registered the domain name, got an Instagram account set up, starting writing down ideas, I even bought a Rubik’s cube and a horrible book (seriously – it was translated from another language and barely made any sense). And then I stopped working on it.
I was going to do an Ironman. I did one sprint triathlon in 2014, and never really trained again. I was going to do it when I was 35. Nope. My bike has flat tires and I don’t belong to a gym with a pool.
I’m not sure what’s wrong with me, but hopefully I figure out something that lights a spark. I’m reading Atomic Habits by James Clear. Maybe that’ll help?