I used to be one of these people that set a lot of goals. I would make these lists of 100 things to do before I die and stuff like that.
Then month after month, I’d look at these lists and note that little to no progress had been made.
And then the world changed. The pandemic happened. I took responsibility for myself. I got healthy again. Then my mother got sick. Then my wife and I had a baby. Then my father died two weeks later.
That shit was crazy.
It felt like a Charles Dickens novel or something.
It was also an extraordinarily clarifying period of time.
Amid the best of times and the worst of times, I was forced to face my own mortality at a time when health became a real premium in this world of ours.
This led to clear priorities, probably for first time in my life if I’m being honest.
Instead of ridiculous life goals like “learning Latin so I could read the classics in the original language” (seriously WTF), my ideas about what would be the best use of my time and supposed talents became crystal clear.
1. Live a great love story with my wife
2. Love, mentor and be there for my children
3. Have a career I am proud of
4. Create and maintain friendships with badass people
5. Seek constant improvement in personal health: get smarter, faster, stronger…forever
6. Achieve financial freedom while still young enough to enjoy it
7. Legacy: leave this place better than you found it
And since the day I wrote these down, I have conspired with the Universe to make these happen like never before.
The formula is simple: Set Better Goals, Get Better Life.