Recently I reached a milestone birthday – the BIG 5 0 – and in the days since, I’ve also reached the conclusion that age really is just a number.
Those numbers arrived and departed quietly and without any effort just like any other day.
Just. Another. Day.
Day in and day out I accomplish what needs to be done, over and over without effort, without thought, without inspiration.
More and more I’ve come to realize just how disappointing that has been. (I hope you’re imagining the “time to make the donuts” guy)
I look around and see others setting goals and reaching them, celebrating their efforts.
And to be completely honest, I’m envious.
I’m envious of the women who put hours in at the gym and have much to show for their efforts.
I’m envious of the women whose words are being published in books and in articles being read all over the world.
I’m envious of the women who have used their God-given talents and started their own successful businesses.
I’m envious and I have absolutely NO right to be!
You see, they’ve put in the effort. They’ve set goals and they’ve worked hard to reach them. Here I am, day after day, just trudging along not making any effort, not setting any goals and most of all not realizing any dreams.
Oh I’ve made excuses…
I don’t have enough time. I’m too tired. I can’t afford it. I’m too old to start again. And actually a few of those are pretty valid excuses but not helpful if I want to get something I’ve never had, do something I’ve never done or be someone I’ve never been.
I’ve subscribed to the idea that selflessness is next to godliness but if I’m envious of what others are accomplishing, isn’t that a twisted form of false humility? (Yikes!)
In the same breath sacrificing self care, and self worth isn’t serving anyone well, and it certainly isn’t serving any good purpose.
Maybe some of you can relate. Maybe (like me) you feel like you’ve wasted a lot of precious time. But I believe there’s still hope for us.
So where do we go from here?
First and foremost we need to set some realistic goals.
Committing to several hours a day in the gym is not realistic (at least not for me) but thirty minutes a day doing something good for our health is doable, right?
Spending several hours a day writing may not be realistic but setting aside a few hours a week certainly should be. Getting it on our schedule is the hardest part but consistency will pay off in the end.