Today I was driving in my 4x4, some nice colour in the sky. A sombre tune from my childhood played softly in the background lulling me into quiet introspection about this year and the events unfolding this week.
I am old enough now to understand plans are simply bearing points on the journey. Milestones to achieve , adjust or delay. My goals for this year remain unfulfilled but like a good project manager I have adjusted.
Making the platform this year has been my stretch goal, everything else is a bonus. Don't misunderstand my realism for resignation. I am playing the long game, which in itself may seem unusual at my age. My progression is slow but the trend is upward, each plodding gain paid with the currency of mistakes and setbacks.
I wonder about others that will be on that platform. Do they consider the future, about playing the long game. Some charge wildly forward taking the immediacy of instant gratification and kudos unaware of the consequences. No doubt youth has brought ignorance to the fact that a full robust life starts after thirty and that the shortcuts of today may yet have a price.
It was a melancholy day today. I am achy and sore and full of anticipation for Nationals. I am as always as excited for my friends achievements as I am my own. A few this year have battled their own loss and dealt with grief and yet they too will be there on the Gold Coast a testament to resilience and character.
Nothing has gone very right this year but I am healthy and happy and lifting in a week.
I love this life!
Stay Strong
Thomo
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