I'm a list-maker. A goal setter. Yet I rarely make 5 Year Plan kind of goals. Or even two year plans. I don't know why-- maybe because a lot of my goals have elements that are out of my control. Maybe because I want flexibility. I mean who doesn't want the ability to change their minds without feeling like they failed at goals? Or, you know, maybe it's just because I didn't get around to moving those goals from my head to paper.
I was reading Delia Moran's blog the other day, and she wrote a post about writing a letter to her future self. You see, there's an awesome website called FutureMe.org that lets you write an email to yourself, then choose the date you'd like it emailed to you.
I don't know about you, but that sounds BRILLIANT. So I did it! The anti-long-term-goal-setting me wrote a letter to myself, and it'll show up in my email in two years from now. I told myself what I was struggling with right now (balancing, priorities), and asked myself if I've figured that out yet. I reminded myself what point I'm at with my writing right now, and asked myself if I'd gotten to the point I hope I'll be at in two years. And I asked myself if the book I'm writing still has the same title. Because, hey-- I'm curious. And yes, I asked if I had met those goals I had set.
The best part about it is, two years from now I'm not going to remember that I did it, so it'll be like a present in my inbox!
You should try it. You can schedule the letter to come to you anytime up until the year 2060. If you just haven't gotten around to writing out those goals, you can take this easier route. The less I'm-going-to-feel-like-I-stink-at-meeting-my-goals-if-I-change-my-mind way. You can just ask yourself if you're where you thought you'd be. Or tell yourself where you are right now so you can see how far you've come later. Or say where you think you'll be, so you can laugh at how naive / brilliant / arrogant / spot-on your past self was. And what's better than laughing at your past self?
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