It’s interesting how much I’ve changed as the years have passed. I’ve always been a spaz with big dreams and lots of them – constantly chasing after this, and then that, and then something else, and everything all at once. I wanted to build my own side business, work 50 hours a week, get my personal training certificate, train for a marathon and lift heavy in the gym – all day, every day.
Needless to say, it’s exhausting.
As the years have passed, though, a few big events have shook me out of my do-it-all cycle and forced me to rebuild my life with the most important things. I’ve shifted from short-term dreams to long-term goals. Instead of cramming as much as I can in one day, I’ve learned to ask myself, what is the best use of my energy and free time today?
I’ve learned that six-pack abs aren’t worth it, and really don’t matter; that I don’t need to run a sub-four-hour marathon in order to be a runner; and most importantly, I’ve discovered that I have time. Plenty of it. That my youth isn’t a runaway train already far down the tracks; that aging really isn’t that big of a deal.
I’ve met wanderers and travelers and runners and writers and entrepreneurs and artists of every age and every stage, figuring it out a hundred times over. I’ve learned that even if I do figure out and plan my entire life today, a million different events could destroy it all, in the best way possible.
That anything’s possible, really. And I have plenty of time to figure it all out, and I always will.