Objective 1: Take steps toward financial independence by generating multiple revenue streams
- Key Result 1: Write 10 blog posts and/or Vlogs on zeroandcounting.com that contain affiliate links
- Key Result 2: End Q1 actively employed at a day job that pays (censored) salary
- Key Result 3: Kickstart the Ukulele Book
Objective 2: Feed my soul with creative projects
- Key Result 1: Complete 1 professional quality music video
- Key Result 2: Complete 5 professional quality songs
- Key Result 3: Complete at least 50 blog posts on this site 🙂
Objective 3: Improve personal and professional skills
- Key Result 1: Actively complete 2 online courses
- Key Result 2: Improve Zen collaboration – work out harmonies and accompaniments to 2 Miss songs.
Objective 4: Keep spontaneity
Key Result: Wild card. Write something in here that you are proud of at the end of the quarter.
Unfortunately, we can’t pause time. So progress is always happening. Even if we decide to sit on the couch, we are progressing toward being a couch potato.
We’re not pushing forward, but rather captaining a moving ship. We can’t speed it up or slow it down. We can only change its course. The hard part is, we don’t know exactly where we’re going. There isn’t an exact address for our GPS, only an internal compass.
So the trick is to find your true north and live each day in a way that will steer your ship in that general direction.
The first thing to do is chill out. You need to overcome the panic so that you can deal with the problem.
Slow your breathing, plan your exit. If you flail and grab you’ll break all of the ice around you, making an escape that much more difficult.
Once you find your calm, it’s time to take definitive action. Lay your torso out on the rim of the ice, spreading your weight over a wide surface area. Pull with your elbows and forearms as you kick with your legs – propelling yourself out of the hole.
Once you’re out, don’t stand up and run, but rather remain flat and roll toward solid ground.
Once you’re safe, take off your clothes.
She started with her face. That’s where she felt it most. Well, maybe, but it was too risky to cut into her chest.
The cage would sit an inch behind her skin like an internal cast.
The cage was meant to hold back the pressure. She couldn’t take any more of the pressure. Desire would slam into the inside of her skull and give her headaches. All of her blood would rush to the front of her body, driving her forward in a horizontal free fall toward god knows what. It had to stop.
She had tried giving into desire, obtaining what it wanted (when she knew what it wanted) but that only awoke stronger desires. Worse headaches.
Now, on the brink of insanity, she was cutting into her face. Building a cage to keep tomorrow at bay. Goals, worries, wants, all of it, quiet and contained an inch below the surface.
It would be painful. But if it worked. It would be worth it.
She couldn’t take any more of the pressure.