Never had I been struck me so forcefully that my way of doing things was so wrong. So inefficient. I was stumbling around with the default keyboard shortcuts, one hand on the mouse, like a drunk bear in the woods.
When it comes time to tie that all together, or flesh out my ideas into something more solid, I freeze. These ideas blossom, bumping into one another, loose stars in orbit, but haven’t nearly as often formed constellations. It’s simply because I haven’t put in the effort to.
Going into this new year, I feel like I really have an opportunity to make a difference, to change myself for the better. This can be the year we make our own, start to remake the world and ourselves in the image we want to see. Change has to come from somewhere.
We’ve made it once more around the Sun. Some years, this in itself feels like an accomplishment. I’d put 2017 in this category. It seemed like we’d never make it at the start of the year, but here we are. Breath in, breath out.
"Learning from doing has a much stronger hold onto me, than reading about it. I knew nothing about the world when I started, the further I go, the more I feel like I knew nothing, so I must keep going."
I remember the first night I spent at my apartment, where I still live (and am writing this now). My parents and sister helped me move my boxes of things into the space, and transport the boxes of unbuilt furniture up to my floor. With a pile of boxes in the middle, the Sun began to set, a view I would see many many times since from my westward windows. They hugged me goodbye, saying to let them know if I needed anything, and got back into their car. I remember the elevator ride up, the walk down the hall, as quiet and empty as ever, before walking onto my carpet.
If you focus all your attentive hours into only a small subset of your interests, you’ll see your abilities in other areas diminish. I’m certainly no proponent of the “10,000 hours” plan, but I think a concentrated regular practice is important for most progress in a given discipline. After all, they’re not referred to as disciplines because you can be lazy about them.
I’ve written a few times about tracking your time, but it’s difficult to know where to start. There’s nothing easier than putting it off, waiting for the “right moment” to start. Or after taking a day or two off, trying to find the right time to jump back in. I can’t tell you how often I’ve skipped two days in running, journaling, or any of my goals for the start of a new week, or for some arbitrary “sign”. It doesn’t get easier. Just start now.