I pondered whether or not to post my goals this year. On one hand its motivating to put yourself out in public, and on the other hand, it will be really embarrassing to have to admit next January that I did not meet my goals. But really, is failure an option? It is not! So what am I scared of?
The list is short and sweet:
1) I’m finally, finally, going to make my own shoes or moccasins. I’ve been stuck in the “research phase” too long and it is now time to destroy some perfectly good leather. Sooner or later I’ll get it right. Also, a friend has asked if I’d make him a pair of moccasins, so now I have outside motivation, which really helps.
2) I’m going to solve this bed problem, by hook or crook, cash or craft. I will have some kind of new bed by April.
3) I’m going to learn to surf. I can attempt this now because I have finally reached the age where I just don’t care if I look like a fool.
I realize surfing is very difficult, and I may never actually stand up on the board, but it doesn’t matter because I’m more interested in the process than the goal.
Getting ready to surf, as well as attempting it, will make me fit. When it comes to fitness, I don’t find either health or vanity particular good motivators–health becomes a very abstract notion when I’m confronted with a cookie jar, and as far as vanity goes, I’m married and middle aged. Really, how worked up can I get on the subject?
But I do respond well to the fear of a) death (i.e. drowning) and b) humiliation (e.g. the pitying yet somehow unsurprised look in my surf instructor’s eyes as he–along with everyone else on the beach–watches me flail pathetically in the water, looking like a oddly leggy, chubby seal in my wetsuit.)
The last time I was super-fit was when Erik and I took the Sierra Club’s Wilderness Training Course. We had to climb many mountains and do challenging winter outings involving heavy backpacks and snow shoes. I trained hard for the climbs, in morbid fear of collapsing midway up the mountain and having to be medivac’d out by helicopter. Paranoid, yes, but it worked like a charm. I had legs of iron.
I’m hoping surfing will do the same for me, fitness-wise, and if I do eventually manage to stand up on a board and ride a wave in, how cool would that be? Endlessly cool, that’s what. And if nothing else, I’ll get to spend lots of time in the water. The only way I can lose in this challenge is to not try at all.
Please continue to share your own goals and resolutions for 2014 in the comments!