Solidly into the new year and I have thought about and looked over my list of goals for 2020. I see that I have achieved precisely zero of them.
Not the best year.
However, that’s no excuse. It’s shameful that I allowed such a tumultuous year to dictate how much I got done. I completely let the start of the year get into my head and lead me astray and I spent the remainder of the year playing catch up (which is the best way to be sure you will underperform by massive margins.)
2021 will be the year of flexibility and compartmentalization.
Each month is a box and any success or failure lives in that box.
Each week the same thing.
Each day the same thing.
One bad day is ok. Two bad days are not. A bad week, month, or year? How can we even think upon such a thing?