On Mondays, I expand on recent entries in my Gratitude Journal. (Are you keeping one yet?)
#1370. Goal Realized, Lessons Learned.
Since June, I had it in the back of my mind to ride the length of the Hockhocking Adena Bikeway before the end of this year’s cycling season. I hadn’t promised anyone I’d do it. It was a personal goal that floated out on the perimeter of my thoughts.
And this past Saturday I did it, kept afloat a lot of the way by musing the parallels between a RIDING GOAL and a WRITING GOAL. I beg your indulgence on this. I’m half-crazed from overdosing on physical activity. 🙂
Things a Riding Goal have in Common with a Writing Goal
- intermittent urges to quit
- headwinds – at times, it’s a real push
- competitive pressure to do what others are doing- go at a different pace, come at things a different way, think whatever everyone else is doing must be better than what you are doing – bad, this
- worries about what others might think of the achievement – laugh, think it inconsequential
- wondering why you got into it in the first place (“What was I thinking?“)
- fear of acknowledging a need or doing what is necessary to address it – waiting for it just go away or magically be taken care of without the need for some initiative – (bad policy in life, that)
- self-discovery of both limitations and abilities
- things not always feeling as anticipated (“I thought riding this bike 20 miles would feel so freeing.”- “I thought writing this book would feel so freeing.”)
- things you think will help you along may not prove helpful at all, and so . . . the importance of staying flexible, being willing to make a change (I rode for miles and miles listening to a playlist that was turning out to be way too mellow and contemplative before finally switching to more energetic music – what was I waiting for?)
- finishing may not feel as satisfying as anticipated – (Seriously, after riding 3-5 miles per day for months, the magnitude of Saturday’s ride was lost on me. I had forgotten the days when I didn’t ride at all. Similarly, after working on a writing project for a long time, I tend to forget there was a day when I only thought about it, a time when the idea stood like a mountain in front of me, so many obstacles to scale.) It’ll hit eventually.
I am recuperating and back at the page with renewed perspective, and grateful for it.