20 Goals for 2020
Every few years I tell myself that this will be the year that I perfect the move. Last year I posted progress videos on Instagram, and I practiced it in cramped hotel rooms, and in the office when everyone had gone to lunch. I adopted related habits such as stretching, and running, taking cold showers, and intermittent fasting. I wanted to be the sort of person who can do a convincing frog stand.
For about six weeks, that is. Until I forgot.
Forming good habits requires a spark of inspiration, be it the new year, or a book you read, or an agonising hangover. The problem is that inspiration does not last forever and that your why is quickly forgotten.
For this reason I want to write down my goals for this year and periodically check-in and make sure I’m sticking to them.
So, inspired by Nathan, here are my twenty goals for the new year.
- Stop judging others
- Use the car less often
- Spend less time on social media and news sites
- Stop drinking (again)
- Start getting up before 7AM
- Speak at an event
- Take more time off work and have more adventures
- Spend at least one night under canvas
- Develop my leadership skills
- Start cooking on a regular basis
- Improve my posture through exercise and stretching
- Eat better and less, get body fat around 12%
- Get my wonky teeth fixed
- Develop a routine for housework
- Complete on our first house
- Reading: read a book a month
- Exercise: run a marathon
- Weeknotes: publish at least 46 weeks
- Finances: try to save at least half of everything I earn, check-in every two weeks
- Continue to practice guitar
I’m still recovering from a bit of a chest infection so I haven’t really left the house this week. But I haven’t had a drink since boxing day so it somewhat balances itself out.
Author Benjamin Myers article 'I was half-insane with anxiety': how I wrote myself into a breakdown resonated with me:
Food lost its flavour and noises became amplified, so much so that I became fixated on a neighbour’s cockerel that crowed every morning from 3.55am, and which I wanted to strangle. Even the chimes of the local church bells sounded malevolent, as if mocking my shortcomings. Anxiety feels like you’ve had your skin removed.