Oh hey! My birthday was last week!
No, don’t worry, I didn’t forget my own birthday. I’m usually not big on birthday celebrations, but this year I did something I never do — I took the day off work. And did whatever the hell I wanted to.
27 was a big year in terms of WE — “we” being me and Byron. We joined our finances. We got married. We bought a house. We worked on said house. And all these things were a LOT of hard work — with a lot of payoff. 27 was a year of growth and change for us as a team, and I’ve gotta say, we kind of nailed it.
This year I turned 28. And I want 28 to be the year of ME. On my 29th birthday, I want to look back and say, “I finished this book and took these risks and worked like a madwoman on MY projects.”
Which sounds rather selfish when you say it out loud, doesn’t it? Well, I’m here to tell you, it’s not. I’m not saying you should act like an asshole and forget everyone around you. But it’s so easy to get wrapped up in “we” — whether it’s your partner, your friends, your coworkers. And heck, our culture encourages that! “Be a team player.” “There’s no ‘I’ in ‘team’.” There’s not a lot of praise for solitude, for quiet, for the isolation necessary to get any sort of personal project accomplished. With the whole world screaming that being alone is “weird”, it can be easy to succumb.
As a brand new 28-year-old, I’m sticking to my guns. I’m working on MY shit. I’m carving out time for myself — then protecting it like crazy.
I guess this is a bit of an iteration of my 2013 goal. But that’s a good thing, right? Almost halfway through the year, I have the same goal, I’m staying the course. I think 28 is off to a good start.