Like most people my age, I have an unhealthy dependence on all forms of media (Instagram, YouTube, online news sites, etc.). Realizing that this was a problem in my life, I decided to make it a goal that I would abstain from media for two whole weeks. I had no idea what I was getting into when I started this challenge, but boy did I quickly learn.
I have a problem. No, I’m not referring to my obsession with documentaries about the morbidly obese or the happiness that I derive from making muffins late at night (although those may be connected and could undoubtedly use a blog post to dissect). Rather, I am referring to the unbelievably fast way in which I say “no.”
I have loved books for as long as I can remember. Even as a child, I distinctly remember the thrill that came from receiving a book as a gift. I relished the opportunity to turn the pages and immerse myself in the world that they contained. And to this day, I still experience joy each time I open a new book. Wow, this has taken a much more nostalgic turn than I originally planned. I should probably give you some context for why I am writing so enthusiastically about inanimate objects.
A new year (birth year, that is) means a new set of goals. Last year I decided to move away from setting a goal for every year of my life in favor of fifteen more manageable goals. To be honest, these goals did not excite me. I wrote them in a haze of uncreativity last year when I was having difficulty finding something to write about, and I struggled to feel excited about many of them.
In the words of Sia, “I’m aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!” I know that I’ve been M.I.A. for quite some time, but I’ve committed to getting back into blogging. To show how committed I’ve become, I’m planning on publishing a few posts within a few days. Yes, you heard me right; I will be posting more than once per month! But before I get into the swing of things, I want to wrap up my goals from my year as a twenty-two-year-old.
Earlier this year, I received news that was devastating. I was in the middle of the admission process for graduate school, and I had high hopes that I would be able to begin the second portion of my higher education later this year. Feeling overly positive, I did not put much thought into what I would do if I were not accepted into the program. Well, I ended up being forced to learn how I would handle graduate school rejection.
76 minutes. 5 days per week. No, I’m not referring to the amount of time that I do cardio each day; rather, I am talking about how long I drove in complete and utter silence. When devising my goals as a twenty-two-year-old, I thought about how much I rely on music to make time fly when I have to drive somewhere. Within a few seconds of getting into my car, I find myself plugging in my phone, turning on Spotify, and letting my mind zone out to the music. Music is by no means bad, but I thought that would be a good exercise in self-awareness to remove it from my commute for a week.
I have dropped the ball when it comes to my personal life. For a while, I was doing a fantastic job of setting goals and proceeding to knock them out of the park. I was organized, habitual, and successful. Unfortunately, those attributes have almost entirely ceased to exist. Somewhere in the past few months, I have watched myself break most of my habits and descend into a life that contains little passion. Instead of challenging myself, I have allowed myself to become lazy, and I want that to end. Now.
It has been over a month since I posted about the end to my 21-goals, and I knew that I could no longer put off sharing what my 22-year-old goals are going to be. In the past (the one year I did goals), I made a goal for each year of my life, but I decided to discontinue this practice for this coming year. Instead of making twenty-two goals, I wanted to make fifteen goals towards which I could devote greater effort. So without any further ado, here is my new set of goals:
I know that it is a little past the end of my 21st year, but I figured better late than never when it came to writing a blog post that wraps up my 21 goals. Also, I am currently sitting in LAX and figure that writing a blog post is more productive than roaming the halls of the airport in search of a Jamba Juice.