The internet is rife with self-help. How to get rich. How to get a six pack. How to improve your life beyond your wildest dreams for the low low price of $19.99
I’m not adding to this. I’ve read quite a bit of it. Some of it is good. A lot of it belongs in the garbage, if for no other reason than it’s a retread of a retread. If you’re looking for the good ones, check out Tim Ferris, Tony Robbins, or Anthony Vogel — all great thinkers who value intelligence and integrity (despite some of the clickbaity titles). At the very least, they can give you some good things to think about.
Plus, they write about the topic much gooder than I do.
Almost all the gurus, though, talk about goal-setting. Big goals, small goals, impossible goals, achievable goals, it doesn’t matter, as long as you have them! They talk about goals as enthusiastically as Mexican football (soccer) announcers.
But I’ve been thinking a lot recently about small goals. I’m talking finger-football sized goals. Absolutely tiny. The smallest possible that can make a huge difference.
If you are, like I was (and to an extent still am) an untrained, 250-pound goober who spent the formative years of his life finding out if he could subsist on Cheetos and Mountain Dew (spoiler: I can, just not for long) maybe having the goal of making the olympics within a year is a bit unrealistic.
Hell, maybe trying to hit the gym 5 times a week and “eat clean” is unrealistic.
And knowing it’s unrealistic, even subconsciously, that can stop you from ever really trying.
But what if it was embarrassingly realistic?
What if, instead of hitting the gym, you “worked out” 3 times a week. What if a workout consisted of 10 push-ups?
When you build a house, the first step is not laying the foundation. There are probably a hundred other steps before that, and each one is as dull as a dry turd, but each one needs to be done before you can build something beautiful
Think about which step is next for you.