I wish I could say that I remember it well.
But I don’t, which is kind of the story of my younger life. There was the time I spent New Year’s Eve sleeping off bad keg beer on the floor of aisle 4 at Rusty’s Ace Hardware in Pasadena. Or the time I missed the entire day — as in the parts with sunshine. That year started a day later than I had anticipated.
I only wish I could say that was the exception. Fact is I have always hated New Years Day. Always. Drunk or sober, at home or traveling, it doesn’t matter. My personal New Year’s tradition is to miss the Rose Parade, move like a slug, eat bad food and stay away from anything resembling work. And that’s just the start of it. I just don’t want to do anything on New Years. Nada.
Maybe it’s because, well, to be honest, I loathe goals and New Year’s is all about setting up grand schemes. And let’s face it: setting goals can be a boring pain in the ass. You say you want to lose 34 pounds? Set it as a goal and you will guarantee total and miserable failure. But if you just eat less and sweat more, you will lose those 34 points, or, better yet, maybe more. You can change your life without having a set of carefully crafted goals. Just get off your ass and do it, a little bit every single day. Work out a little each day. Eat a little less.
I suppose the point is that the goals we do reach are the manifestation of what we do every day — whether we plan it or not. And that’s it. There are thousands of people with heart disease that didn’t plan on getting it — but that pack a day habit set the goal for them.
Laboring over goals, systems, processes and plans is a waste of time spent overthinking simple questions. Achieving success requires daily actions that become habits. Believe it or not, that does not requite a powerpoint.