I’m 37 today.
Two things stand out for me like candles on a birthday cake when I look at that number: I don’t feel or look like I’m 37.
As one of my favorite books, The Art of Possibility says, it’s because everything is invented, even age.
I can’t deny the biological reality I’ve been alive for 37 years today, but whatever I should feel about being three years away from 40, or what I should have accomplished by now is all invented.
It took me all this time to realize this but where I am and what I have done is exactly what should have happened, and I’m so grateful for it.
There were many times I’ve aged older one year and felt either the year was a waste, or it wasn’t as productive as I wanted it to be. But last year was one of the most productive years of my life.
What’s also invented is my expectation of what I expect to accomplish in a year. I routinely overestimate what I can do, because I don’t take time to track my time or my goals.
I don’t know exactly what my goals are but I do have a system to help me meet those goals. Finding time to read and write more, as well as have a steady stream of coaching calls will set me up for another great year.