I have never been one for new years resolutions, for making plans, or setting goals, or any of those things that most people do every year on the 1st January.
I don’t do diets – too boring.
I don’t want to run a marathon – too hard, jump out of a plane – too scary, or to ‘find myself’ in Tibet. I have always been at heart a bit of a drifter, and a lot of a procrastinator, and yet at the same time I have never let go of my dream to publish a book.
I spend anywhere up to 20 hours a week working towards this dream and have done so for nearly 20 years. For far too many of those years I never actually committed to converting that dream into a reality…I am the living embodiment of George McFly out of back to the future.
On 1st January 2013, I had been getting ready to watch the ball drop in Times Square, and like every other year I never set myself a goal.
The 1st January 2014 was a little quieter, and I had a little more time to reflect. This time, everything changed because I set myself a goal – just one – to publish a book.
It took me a lot longer to get there than I ever expected, but I’m always going to look back on that day and be thankful and grateful that I changed my mindset.