I’m a firm believer in dedicating your life to the things you love. I’ve written about it before, and fortunately, I’m able to do something I enjoy for a living.
At the same time, I completely understand that not everybody is lucky enough to love what they do. …
As a self-proclaimed workaholic who measures my value almost purely on productivity, I tend to be incredibly hard on myself if I’m not getting enough done, and on others who I feel aren’t catching up fast enough or are getting in the way of my own progress.
That’s an awful tendency.
Hands up if you’ve ever promised yourself to quit smoking, set a budget (and actually stick to it), hit the gym, or spend more time with family and friends.
Damn. Writing that was tough with both hands in the air.
We’ve all set our New Year’s Resolutions with the best of intentions, genuinely dedicated to making this the year where we follow through.
I will hit the gym 5 days a week. I will ditch the takeout and start brown-bagging my lunch. I will trade Netflix binges for quality time with loved ones.
This isn’t the first time I’ve written about resolutions. To be honest, I’m a bit torn about the concept in general. On one hand, I truly believe in the benefits of setting goals and having something to work towards. But on the other, I loathe the idea of using January 1st as a date to anchor your goals around. If there’s something you want to accomplish — whether that’s learning a new skill or getting in shape — why wait until the new year to get started? …