Introducing Micro Moves

We often vastly overestimate what we can do in one year, yet underestimate what we can do in ten. It’s as if we’re programmed to “dream big” at the end of December and only for duration of January 1 – December 31.

I’m not here to hate on New Year’s Resolutions. I think reflection is extremely important. So important, in fact, that I think we do it far too rarely. My birthday is my one of my favorite times for reflection, but so are the mornings. Once a year isn’t enough.

So yeah, I will trash all the #NewYearNewYou posts for being so unaccommodating.  This culturally-cemented idea of when to reflect and change has got to go.

Frequent reflection is one of the many things I’ve picked up on through being exposed to different perspectives over the years and this blog is my taking a stab at passing them along to others.

It’s become standard pep talk mumbo jumbo to nudge people to do something today towards what they want. Frick, I’ve already done it myself. Still, I look around at so many people who just, well, don’t ever do anything towards any of their goals – and that’s if they’re lucky enough to even had made the time to reflect on goals.

Our inactivity toward aspirations doesn’t hit us quite as visibly as compound interest and calories do over time, but I’m here to tell you they hurt even worse.

In an effort to keep myself from feeling overwhelmed with the idea of only writing amazingly perfect and insightful blog posts, this is the first step in my first series: micro moves.

Micro moves will be small thought experiments or life hacks that I’ve found in my own life or from the perspectives of others (be it those I know personally or through other posts/podcasts). Nothing lavish.

They are concepts that I would have passed on to one of my friends during our weekly chats as something I’m trying or simply something that is interesting. They’ll be given in a style that is just as casual as those phone calls.

Again, I’m working on my own goals here, which means taking what I’m writing seriously and starting where I am. For some perspective and my own reflection, I’m going to share, first, the vague ideas of where I think I want to be followed by what my start line looks like.

“There”

  • Regularly sharing ideas and perspectives, no matter how insignificant.
    • Stretch goal: people are actually challenged by them.
  • Fear of eventual failure does not keep me from writing
  • Fear of seeming like a silly girl that writes
  • Fear of rejection does not keep me from being vulnerable
    • Stretch goal: I don’t filter because of this either
  • Regularly being challenged in my perspective
    • Stretch goal: Increasing some empathy in the world
  • Encouraging others to be a public beginner

“Here”

  • My track record of initiating and quitting blogs feeds my fear of eventual failure
  • I worry what others who actually know me will think of the things I say
  • I’m fearful of making an attempt to showcase something only to make it worse or leave a bad taste in someone’s mouth that could have eventually come around to seeing things in a new light
  • My own past judgments as well as hearing those from others feeds my fear that I will be seen as a stupid little girl that just writes fluffy things for attention on the internet

Well, I started writing this just before heading off to an REI class with the intention that I couldn’t over analyze the post. If there are any other perspectives of this starting place of mine, I’m going to allow myself to utilize the “edit” button and that’s completely okay.

I encourage you to share some of the details of your current starting place or one you may have had in the past. Your insight would help me to better realize some points about my “here” that I haven’t noticed yet.

Imperfection: A Great Starting Point

I’m writing this first post for a blog that is, currently, 95% Word Press stock photos and filler text. The remaining writing (in the “About” section) is, at best, a guess of where this is going and, at worst, really just something I’m soap boxing about these days.

If I waited until I felt that the design was perfect and I knew exactly what I wanted, well, it would be yet another three years before I maybe did something about it. That doesn’t mean it would be ready, I’m just saying that I would have done something. Sure, I would have eventually fixed it all up and maybe I would have even pre-written a lot of blog posts in advance to prepare and get a better focus on what the heck we’re doing here.

But, if that were the case, then I would have the same problem that I’ve been ranting about for what feels like years: things don’t magically happen overnight.

 

I so wish we had a picture of our house on the first day we moved into it, but it was far too crammed and messy for me to consider documenting such a state. If I had it, that photo would show that we didn’t just arrive to living well with only the things we love most in 300 sq ft together. We worked really hard get here. We still do.

If I had a photo of myself when I was too embarrassed to document my body at a size that was, in my opinion, less-than-desirable, I would have some encouragement for the days when I forget how far I’ve come. I still haven’t made it to where I want to be, but some perspective really helps to make the journey a happy one. When the road is fun, you’re a lot more likely to get to your destination.

If I had the stats from the first run I went on, I could prove that no matter how slow or how brief that original one is, you are still in a great place to become someone that manages – maybe even enjoys – running for 26.2 miles.

Unfortunately, I don’t have any of those historical trinkets, so I have to keep hoping that people just believe me. I can get pretty delusional at times, but I’m “with it” enough to know that people usually don’t believe me.

Maybe I’m just crazed or lucky. Maybe I’m underestimating them. Maybe all three?

But maybe I’m not.

I’m looking to challenge all of the misperceptions I’ve heard from people over the years. It’s exciting that for what seems like the first time in my life, I will be documenting the beginnings of something – even if I’m not sure what this something is just yet. Not just as argument points for my ranting, but encouragement for myself.

So, here I am with my imperfect blog and a matching first post.

Oh, and an explicit challenge if you aren’t feeling one already:

Start right here, right now, in this less-than-perfect place in your life. Move just an inch towards the person you want to be. You can’t give the world a marathon today, but don’t let that stop you from giving it just the first steps you can manage.

Stretch goal: Document this imperfect step of yours.

Bonus points: Share in the vulnerability and post it in the comments below.*

*For the record, reaching out to the vast internet for a response when it’s the most likely to just stare back at me with pity definitely counts as my “shared vulnerability”.