In the year 2013
Sat Oct 18, 11:47 | RandomAll responsible people keep track of their goals in life – where they want to be, what they want to do, all those lovely things. So I got around to asking myself: what is my five year plan?
In five years, I’ll be the ripe old age of 26.
I’ll have been out of college for six years.
Timothy will be eight years old, and Phillip will be five. I’ll probably have to reluctantly replace them rather than keep upgrading.
My dad will be 65 years old – the age at which no one can deny him seniors’ benefits.
I’m going to be old enough to know better on so many different things.
I can’t decide where I want to be at that point. As I’ve previously discussed on this blog, I’ve completed most of the goals I had set for myself, and the ones I didn’t complete were something I couldn’t control. I’d still like to complete them, of course… but I’m still not a good enough person to be allowed to.
I hate traveling, and have no real desire to see any particular place. I would like to see Chernobyl and Pripyat (and possibly do a side trip to Moscow), but considering the very rocky political climate I’m staying away from there.
The odds of writing a book worth publishing are slim. Even I can’t stand most of what I write. Add that to the horribly rocky publishing climate ever since new media made it impossible for normal publishing to stay the same, and I’m better off self-publishing online.
It would have been nice to make a game, but I have no interest in console or flash games. With my lack of manpower, developers’ licenses, or real programming knowledge, this is essentially a fool’s pursuit.
CTV is pretty okay. I like my job. I just never know how comfortable I’ll be in someplace after five years, or how comfortable I’ll be knowing my skillset will have been five years old. Wherever I go, I want to keep doing a good job. I don’t really want to go back to school, but I’ll probably have to.
I don’t want to own a house in Winnipeg. Partial ownership means I should take partial blame. Houses are pretty horrible things, when it all comes down to it – some scummy contractor will badly put drywall over a wall that’s severely molding, or some previous owner will have driven their car into the front step, or the place will get flooded or the roof will collapse or something that costs thousands of dollars will get destroyed without any warning.
I don’t really want to be living in Winnipeg, but I don’t think there’s anyplace else worth going either. Winnipeg is a joke even to its own citizens, a guttural name for a guttural place and province.
As far as stupid things like relationships go, I sincerely doubt I’ll be married, engaged, dating, or have any interest in children, pets, or houseplants. I know what makes me happy, and I’m not going to find it by continuing to be me. I’m still working on fixing the problem.
My health got very messed up in the past little while. I want to lose weight and get back down to where I used to be. I might take up boxing, but mostly I just want to start jogging again. My modeling hit a standstill because of my weight gain, but it’s a pretty lousy path to take anyway.
I need to stop spending so much money, but financially I’m doing reasonably okay. I’d like to keep having zero debt, and I’d like to set an actual number goal for saving, but I don’t know what a good number is to shoot for.
I want to be the kind of person who gets invited to speak at TED. I want to make a difference or change, but to do that I have to push myself to think of better innovative ideas instead of trying to keep with the curve.
So in summary, my five year plan so far consists of these attainable goals:
- Lose weight, and keep that weight off.
- Save $x amount of money for an unknown end.
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I have a lot of work and a lot of personal searching to do.
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