Tank Curling. It’s a thing.
This time of year, we’re bombarded with articles on resolutions, anti-resolutions, word-for-the-year, intensions, goal-planning, and bucket-lists of all sorts. LinkedIn even has an annual #BigIdea202X, and so on…
I have what I call “The List” or “Life Resume.”
My List isn’t some fleeting, obsessional to-do-list or collection of soon to be forgotten resolutions that just fizzled and got lost in a drawer, instead it has become an adjunctive (or even augmenting) blue-print for my life. It has turned out to be a terrific motivator to fight-off inertia, lethargy, and couch-potatoism.
As for my List, it has evolved as many such wacky things like jet skis and parasailing didn’t exist when I authored my first version. Seems like I tend to often be attracted to doing things where the goal isn’t to win, per se, but to just be happy to be able to finish (or live to tell about it).
It is terrific fun to put a check-mark by another challenge when it’s accomplished. It is terrific excitement to have a list of things to look forward to doing. It is a terrific motivator to run or work-out on those I’m-lazy-and-can-come-up-with-a-million-excuses-to-not-workout-days if I have committed to doing the World’s Tallest stair-climb race, or a marathon, or even just a 5K. The List has…
