I used to be a planner. A list maker. An organiser. It was my way of controlling the world around me and making sure I met all the requirements of my day, my month, my year.
It was important for me to have goals, to have a vision, to have aspirations. To be able to look back at the end of each year and reflect on all the things I had done, congratulate myself for all my accomplishments and remind myself of how productive I had been.
Having this structure somehow defined how successful or how productive I had been. It somehow defined my worth in certain ways.
It was a need that I believed I had to meet.
My husband and I used to set a theme for each year. One year we had the year of change. Another year we had a year of new beginnings. Then there was the year of wellness. We would spent valuable time planning what each year would consist of and set tasks and outlines of how we would go about achieving our goals for the year.
We would hold regular reviews and find ways to improve, to fine tune, to make it better.
We were running our lives like a business. Even so far as taking on certain roles. My husband was the Head of Finance, Strategy and Risk. I was the Head of Human Resources, Operations and Marketing. Even Roxy our dog was Head of Security, and our very own ERP business partner.
In the past, I have never considered changing the theme mid-year. After all, it was a theme for the year, so we had to stick with it for the year.
But today, my friends, is a new day.
I am letting it all go.
I am changing things up and throwing my plans out the figurative window.
I’m changing my theme to Nothing.
For the rest of this year I am going to have no plans. No goals. No aspirations. No lists. I’ve even deleted my checklist of things I wanted to achieve this year.
I’m doing this because after looking back on all of the previous years, I can see that none of it really matters.
All of the things I thought needed to be done, really weren’t needs at all.
Does it make me a happier or more content person by achieving a set of goals on a list?
Am I contributing to the world in a more deliberate and meaningful way by completing check lists that remind me of how I’m going to be a more giving and loving person?
Would it be catastrophic if something was to change leaving me unable to finish what I started?
Was there really any point to all of my planning anyway?
So I’m doing away with everything, and starting my year of nothing.
Interestingly, just making that statement I instantly feel freer. More motivated. More excited about what is to come.
I feel the weight of my own expectations listing off my shoulders. Plans are a burden I no longer need. Making this simple decision has instantly simplified another complicated part of my life.
Starting with today I’m going to connect more with my soul. Discover what brings me joy. I’m going to embrace the spontaneous generation of ideas. I’m going to go with it.
I’m losing the expectations. And the make-shift business titles.
Sure I’m still going to need to work, and perform certain tasks. But instead of structuring everything I’m going to follow my intuition. Focus on the moment. Be inspired by how I’m feeling, where the energy lies, what I’m passionate about, and go with it. Still aligning with my values and beliefs, but embracing freedom and flexibility, kindness and mindfulness.
I’ll still achieve things. I’ll still get things done. There will be many things that will still happen each day. But I won’t be restricting myself with the rigidity of my past.
Who cares if I don’t get my washing done on a Wednesday evening?
What is the worst that could happen if I let my hair go one more day before washing it again?
Does Saturday really have to be grocery shopping day?
Do I really have to get all my paperwork done by 9:30am each morning?
All of these things are now open to another perspective.
Completely reframed. In fact, right now as I write this post, I’m already thinking of things I would normally do on a Sunday morning and thinking about it differently.
Now this is exciting.
What can you let go of this year?
Would you embrace a year of nothing also?
Maybe it will extend into two years? Or five years? Or who cares how many years?
Just let it all go. Trust yourself. Even if it scares the shit out of you.
You may even discover that all of those things you felt you needed to do, really weren’t needing to be done at all.
I promise it will be worth it.