My life is a treadmill where stationary is a synonym for sedentary. I am constantly bogged down in the planning and minutia of life. The big picture is in the plan, but the trees are too enticing. I focused on the patterns, designs, clashing, and mixing I lose the trail through the woods. It took all my strength and energy to stay focused and not become distracted by gears in the clock.
Life requires experiences that provide a potpourri of emotions, and not the safe experiences that fall into the lap when home and being at work and exercising and reading. Instead I have created discord between my routine and my goals, breeding familiarity as a crutch, and not a platform for change has become exhausting. Structure is meant to create a safe framework for risks that have not been taken, avoiding repeating past cycles of self-abandonment, bending backwards to create a new personality that is more accommodating.
Goals center a being. They keep everything in perspective, allowing balance to be the dictator of motivation. The goals of my life morph but have always been rooted in the idea of creating equity. The tool I have always wanted to use is writing. Life is at times hacking away with the tools to see the path.
Maintaining goals’ timeline is a tricky proposition, finding the balance between what is necessary for life (job, family and/or friend commitments) with the artistic (experiences, solitude, and time).