I’ve written a lot about goals.
On working hard on them and reviewing daily.
On some I’m doing really well and on others it’s about having faith and making tiny steps.
Its also about tracking goals daily so that my methods can be adjusted.
But what it’s really about is freedom.
Freedom to live my life the way I want to. Freedom to not be dictated to: by employers, by society, by family, by “shoulds.” Freedom to look after my family and friends. Freedom to have adventures. Freedom to be the real me.
At 55 I’m finally ready to grow up. I’m designing my life the way I want it to be, not by societal norms. I’ve done all the things I “should” do – get married, have children, buy a house, have a career. Some of these things have been a success in anyone’s eyes – I have a long and happy marriage, I have two kids whom I adore, plus a bunch of awesome friends who I regard as family, and I have a house in an extremely desirable area. I’ve paid my dues and now it’s my turn to do what the hell ever I want. Freedom to choose
I desperately need another big adventure.
Part of my big adventure is working on my hard on my goals – adventures of the mind.
But I need physical adventures too.
Freedom to walk off with my backpack and keep going and to stop when I feel like it. Freedom to ride my motorbike into the sunset. Freedom to sit at Parisian cafes drinking espressos and (shock horror) foie gras and watching the world go by. Freedom to snorkel off a sandy tropical beach as the palm trees wave languidly in the breeze. Freedom to laugh and haggle in Asian markets. Freedom to chat to fellow travellers at airports. Freedom to earn my own income that’s contingent only on myself, not subject to the whims of an employer.
The question is: what’s the next big adventure going to be?