Travel to do those things

Call me cynical, but I actually don’t think I’ll find it a magical life changing experience. Mostly because it’s a red flag when someone comes back and pretends to be all worldly because they didn’t die in another nation’s borders and junk. Like yeah Sally, we get it you used different currency for food.

But I also think it’ll be excellent and enjoyable and that also the weather might be nicer and it’ll have less of that nyc math that literally gets my goat. Also, as undertraveled as I am I also don’t know what I’m talking about. Also, there are specific things I want to do that for some reason I don’t want to get into here.

Learn to stfu more. I think I can rest confident that I’ll almost always have something to say if I pay attention, and that it might even be smartish. I think I’m of the type where being underengaging is so much less of a risk than over.

Be more philosophical and determined,. By that I mean in my interactions with people and in how I approach work. The way I do most tasks is weird, and for most it’s awesome and usually extra effective. I think if I get more analytical about what’s “normal” and see how I’d compare, and then try to get a bit objective about those differences and getting the best of both worlds — that feels like a pretty good way to get myself able to collaborate. Basically I want to say fewer things and of higher quality. It just results in so much less energy and risk when you’re good at that — too many of us fucking blather and I contribute to that too much too.

Get fitter. Because never stop never stopping. I think I’m supposed to give myself permission to be a little lazy loobydoo as soon as I can say old, and that’s nonsense. I know old men who can outrun me and that’s just because they subscribed to the reality of neverstopneverstopping. Part of running the marathon was to say that even if some of the juice in my talents might wane, the discipline is better and will rides harder than ever. In short, screw excuses. Screw any idea of petering out. I’m always going to become my own shadow and kick my own ass until I don’t.

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Relate less to dipshits. I’m in NYC and there are some dipshits in this town. So I say this in the context of, I actually LIKE people to the point that I can see the virtues in almost anyone.

With that said, the not-majority of times, there are people who are actually dipshits and it’s a surprise or disappoint. For some, it’s very easy to idealize what’s possible if dipshits were not like themselves….
But I’ve come to reckon that sometimes one person is the one bringing good imagination to that relationship – the other person might just be in for their own bullshit only. They might be miserable or off. They might actually be an asshole with a life pattern depicting their future pattern. Some people will let themselves down — which means that of course they’ll let you down too. And I hate to say it but maybe the world is big enough that going “meh” and moving on is ok. The end.

Be tall. I’ve heard that it’s good to give yourself a stretch goal but I think giving myself the opposite of one is also good.

Grow stuff I’m glad I’ve grown. Plants, relationships, ideas, processes, and reasons to give me a big fat paycheck so I can run around the Earth moar.

Polish off Disjuncture again with a “no bullshit, no bullshit at all fuck that noise” approach – do that before 2025. I think it says a lot that my headspace constantly doubles back to Disjuncture and not Bahamut.

Get better at a martial art. I don’t care how. I just haven’t moved with that exact kind of intentionality in a while.

Get back into a place where I feel like recommending books.