“No incision in my vision just to get me where I’m at. That means I didn’t compromise; I stayed me for you. I stayed me for you.” – Pharrell Williams
“You don’t go for no ordinary Joe,” my mom said one time while I was professing my love for Pharrell Williams. I have to admit, she’s right.
As I set out to brave the sinister clouds threatening overhead for my daily trek around the track, the ‘why’ of it suddenly hit me. It’s because Pharrell really means it: everything he does sounds, feels, and looks like it’s from the heart.
13 laps = 5.2k
Those are the types of human beings I’m most attracted to. The sincere ones. The ones with passion. The ones whose creativity is intrinsic. They enchant me.
Maybe it’s because I feel like I can relate to them. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had an insatiable curiosity for things. I could read before kindergarten, started playing piano at age 6, not because I was some kind of baby genius, but because I loved it. Spending hours just doing scales, or reading novels start to finish, or writing…it was, and still is, euphoria.
So when my heart and mind drifts to something in the past, it’s very unsettling. Can’t move forward if you’re holding onto something that’s behind you, right? Regaining balance is the reason why today I simply didn’t mind the rain pelting down on me as I methodically moved around the track, listening to some of my favourite tracks.
“My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race” – Drake
Intention can only get you so far. Accountability, that’s the ticket. Last night, I made up my mind to move forward with this goal, and then let the world in on it. And for me, when something’s written, it’s real. It exists. So hoodie up, head down, I braved the rain and got to stepping. When the Drake track popped up as I was heading toward the track, momentarily throwing me off track, I finally remembered why I thought of Baltimore every time I heard the Thank Me Later album. I-95 in ‘10…
With my pedometer app tripping, I decided not to and pulled out a pen instead. 13 strokes on my hand, one per lap – aka just over 5k. That was what I was aiming for. Then a few soccer kids took over, so I ended up dropping the one, ending it at three. 1.2k is still moving forward, right? All I know is that I’m not taking steps back.
What do you do when your plans get thrown?
Cast off your fear. Look forward! Go forward! Never stand still. Retreat and you will age. Hesitate and you will die. – Zangetsu
There are a lot of quotes out there. With sunsets in the background and Helvetica type, it’s easy to like, double tap, or retweet and forget about the meaning behind a sentence that has the potential to change your life. For me, words are too powerful to be forgotten.
So, I’m applying Zangetsu’s wisdom to For My Heart: 802k in 329 days. (April 30, 2014). Beyond physical fitness, it’s about personal growth. It began today, and it already feels right.
Along the way, I’m celebrating victories big and small, and will chronicle them, along with other daily musings.
I also want to hear from you: what are your goals? How do you lay them out? What do you do once you reach them?
Filed under Goals, Quotes
Here are five things you shouldn’t do if you value your laptop:
- Catch some rays with your favorite mac. As an added bonus, prop it up on your legs with the fluffiest beach towel you can find.
- Don’t clean your laptop up or attempt to remove blockages from the fan. You want that fan humming a seaside-sounding tune to lull you to sleep.
- Don’t let that machine rest. Summer nights are made for living, and let’s face it, you need your music, social media, banking, and Skype on at all times, just in case mom calls.
- Air conditioners are for quitters. As Canadians, we have an obligation to pay respect to the three months of nice weather we get by working outdoors (think patio, beach, on the family boat perhaps) as much as possible.
- Stuff that laptop in your beach bag when you’ve had enough. Time for a game of marco polo? Wrap that laptop in your towel and stuff it in your favorite floral beach bag. Nobody wants to geek out with a laptop bag in front of friends.
Please feel free to add to the list in the comments!
Ah, I could hear it. The light gusts of wind knocking against my bedroom window like an alarm clock with a pleasant wake up call. Reluctant to accept the fact that I had to get out of my large, cozy, ‘sheets-that-were-freshly-laundered-an-hour-before-bedtime’ bliss, I covered my head with the soft down duvet that encompassed the warm, snuggly feeling one gets from a full night’s sleep. It didn’t take long before a feeling of dutiful guilt rushed over me and so I slid my legs off the side of the bed, dancing my toes around the floor to find my favorite pair of slippers.
I made my way over to the window and was met with a brilliant scene of winter. Delicate pieces of ice mingled on the glass forming an intricate piece of frozen art, the trees branches coated with sparkling fresh snow and birds delighting from the seeds put out by the neighbour. The pattern of paw prints and snow dog angels on the front lawn tells me her new puppy, Boots, is definitely a fan of sub zero delights.
Yes, it was the kind of vision that would inspire a photographer to take shots, a poet to write poems, and a commuter to groan in ‘slippery road conditions’ agony…
Good morning, winter wonderland.