Sitting at my desk and staring
At the inspirational quotes
That I tacked to the walls,
In the hope that they’d make
Me work that bit harder
And achieve a bit faster.
There’s a notepad in front of me,
And nothing written in it.
The truth is that none of this stuff really works.
I can’t see what will happen tomorrow,
Or next month or next year.
Trying to plan and pretend that I know
Where I will be in ten years,
Isn’t much use in this world of such ups,
And such incredible downs.
I’ll rip down those quotes,
And tear them to ribbons
That flutter like petals of snow.
I’ll get out and I’ll feel
The sun on my skin,
Experience my life on the terms of that life,
Because all that is coming my way
Isn’t for me to know.
I hate people telling me to plan ahead and think about my career goals and where I want to be in the next ten years. I can’t plan further than my next meal. And there is a reason for that. I’m terrible at life and it just makes me angry and full of anxiety.
I totally agree that we need to have dreams and things to work towards, but I think that when we are making list after list of rigid goals, it can be really upsetting when we don’t reach them, or they start taking much longer than anticipated.
I have found in recovery that it is far better to hand it over to God or the Universe of whatever you believe to be more powerful than yourself. Work hard and make the world a better place and really try to enjoy everything that you do, but don’t beat yourself up when something you have no control over gets in your way. These things happen and they are nobody’s fault.
Of course, some people thrive on making these lists, so if this is you, crack on. But if you’re wired like me, don’t feel like you’re letting yourself down by being a bit more free and easy about where you are going in the future. Just enjoy the adventure!