I had a conversation with two long-time friends early this morning that can be summed up in one word: optionality. We were talking about goals and meandered into the topic of travel. One of my friends is in the early stages of planning a month-long trip to Europe, while I’m heading over in April for a week with my wife. She’ll stay an additional week after meeting up with one of her girlfriends.
Here we are. January 1st, 2020. New day, new month, new year, new decade (except for all you pedants, hey…) I can’t say that I have plans for the year - they’re more like daily & monthly goals. I’ve always done my best work when I break down the stuff I need to do into discreet, doable steps. I discuss that in my book. This post is a manifestation of one of those goals.
We’re a week away from the beginning of the new year. This is, of course, mostly symbolic with regard to individuals: there’s virtually nothing different between one day when it is 2019 and the next when it is 2020. But symbolism is important. It helps us - it helps me - begin new things by providing easy-to-understand boundaries around timing of those things. New Year’s Resolutions are the most common example of this.