Goals of Flying

Oh, God.

It’s beginning.

The improvement people are coming for me…and fast.

The clock is ticking into 2015 and it is time to start improving. And now, goddammit.

Get your lists.

Get your workouts ready.

What are your positive goals?

How are you going to change?

How are you going to markedly improve yourself?

Your body?

Your family?

Your kids?

Your dog?

Don’t you dare allow 2015 to come in the door remaining as you are.

For shame.

I am calling bullshit.

ENOUGH.

You are going to wake up January 1st the same beautiful hot-mess you were December 31st.

You are.

You may have some big notions, big plans, big goals….sure.

But the reality? Everything will be the same.

Maybe with a slight hangover.

Let’s stop hanging our hope-hats on the changing of years, shall we?

As I walked the dog today, I started to feel some of the typical worrying I experience as the year draws to an end.

“What should I do about the business this year? I know my numbers…but should I go harder? Bigger? Smaller? Stay the same?”

I shuffled along and stared at the birds in the sky.

They were headed…well, I don’t know where the hell they were going. But they *knew.* Thousands and thousands of years…they get up and fly. They follow each other, form a V and go. They aren’t worried about going bigger or smaller. Just trying to get from A to B, you know?

I shrugged.

I decided to not decide.

I am going to feel it out.

Do what feels right. Pay the bills. Help some parents.

I am not making any lists or goals that will mock me, guilt me, worry me. Have me fail or overshoot my own arbitrary yardstick.

Like those birds, I *know* what I am doing. I know.