On this day last year I wrote a birthday blog post. It included a list of goals that I referred back to periodically. I didn’t fulfill all of my goals. I could (and have) call(ed) myself a failure.
Here are the goals I posted last year:
- Do more yoga & meditation; spend more time tuning myself into my intuition. [C]
- Only take on new work that provides an expansive learning opportunity or excites my love of ___ (too many things to list). [C]
- Jump out of a plane (with a parachute). [A]
- Take another big trip (Asia, South America, Europe, all of the above, I’m not picky). [D]
- Karaoke as often as the opportunity presents itself (thanks to advice from Peter Shallard re: public failure). [A-]
- Externalize my internal passion, drive, and love in a more open way. Remember that I have nothing to hide. [A+]
I added grades for myself next to each goal. I passed a few classes with flying colors but ended up with an overall goal-GPA of 2.83. Not so great but it could be much worse. Remember that time I got a 7 on a test?
Anyways, there are other things I failed at this year besides those goals. I failed at keeping up with some of my oldest and dearest friends. I failed at fulfilling some of my volunteer and work commitments. I failed at keeping my bedroom clean.
Perhaps my most consistent and biggest failure has been my lack of timely and clear communication. I’m going to email you back, I promise. [That's probably a lie.]
But in as many ways as I’ve failed this year, I’ve succeeded.
Very recently, I jumped out of an airplane with 6 of the coolest guys I know.
I’ve made amazing new friendships. I’ve been momma-bird-fed by #roomierebecca. I’ve cried over more breakfasts than I can count with @heyitsmegan, @tritico, and @irishcajun [#breakfastclub]. I sang and danced almost every day. I told more people that I love them. Because I do.
I’ve gotten on stage in front of big and small crowds alike for everything from moderating panels to telling stories for a comedy show. I became Editor In Chief of Silicon Bayou News. I read more books than was probably healthy. I traveled to New York, Boston, Denver, Washington D.C., and St. Louis.
Nothing to Hide
The most important part of my goal list for last year was the last part of the last goal. “Remember that I have nothing to hide.” For me, this is where I succeeded enough to call the whole year a win. I told stories I was scared to tell. I talked to close friends in a more open way about my hopes, dreams, and fears. And I started Molly in a Minute.
Doing daily video posts felt like a huge step out onto a shaky limb. It was just risky enough and just crazy enough and I’m still surprised every time someone watches one of my wild rants.
A barrier has been removed between me and the rest of the world thanks to #mollyinaminute. I’m more real on those videos than I could ever be on twitter or in a written blog. For that one minute every day I have nothing to hide.
Without further ado, here are a few publicly stated goals for the 27th year of my life:
- Leave the country. [Rollover from last year. Italy, anyone? New Zealand? Thailand?]
- Visit my #2 in Chicago.
- Create a product. [From a conversation with @tdavidson that has been bouncing around in my head for months.]
- Be more observant and connected to my surroundings. Try to see something every day that I’ve never seen before.
- Say No enough that I can really mean it when I say Yes.
- Surprise people. Do something that exceeds the expectations of those closest to me.
Here’s to another year of you and me. I’m ready.