Big, hairy, audacious goals (BHAGs) don’t tend to frighten me. The bigger and hairier the goal, the better. I like challenges. I’m maybe a little competitive and more than a little stubb—determined. Yes, determined. Strategic. I like to come up with a plan to accomplish the goal.
If you’re going to be an entrepreneur, you have to get comfortable with knocking on doors. Some will open. Others will be slammed in your face. A few open partially—the chain or foot stays in the door. It’s your job to convince the person behind it to open the door fully.
Sometimes, you want to tackle a big writing project. You head into the work and discover you’re not ready for it. The work defeats you.
Most days, I shrug off the Lutheran church’s marquee as I run past it during a morning run. The saying is usually a cliché or some sentimental rubbish. Other times, the saying hits home.
I use old-fashioned to-do lists, i.e., pen and paper. There’s something infinitely more satisfying in writing the list by hand, crossing through things (often vehemently), crumpling the crossed-out list, and tossing it into the recycling bin. An online tool or the trash sound that my Mac makes doesn’t compare. I know. I’ve tried—which isn’t to say I don’t use the applications or empty the trash on my laptop. I do. They just don’t bring the same sense of accomplishment that pen and paper do.
I tend toward the workaholic end of the spectrum. If I’m not working, I can develop a guilty conscience. I know working all the time isn’t healthy, but I’m tempted all the same.