I’ve been at this about three years. “This” being writing about things I notice while moving through the world as a coach.
I thought it would be cool to mark the occasion by organizing a collection of these essays into a book.
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Trees Don’t Get Mad At Rivers: How to Stop Reacting to Your Life and Start Creating It, is now available. If it looks interesting, I’d appreciate you grabbing a copy.
It felt good to complete this book project, to honor the time I’ve spent writing and to make a tangible object that represents the experience.
After I finished, it occurred to me that we could be doing this all the time.
“Milestone” is a word we tend to reserve for societally recognized occurrences: Births, graduations, marriages, promotions, retirements.
Those moments are great but why be so stingy about what we deem a milestone? Occasions worth marking are everywhere.
Cooking dinners.
Lifting weights.
Completing projects.
Walking dogs.
Traveling places.
Keeping habits.
Trying things.
Making friends.
Playing games.
Having conversations.
In my case, the milestone is not writing a book. The milestone is being (fairly) consistent at writing for three years.
I don’t have a logical explanation for why I chose the three-year mark versus the two- or four-year mark to gather my writing into a book. Something about now felt like the right time.
When you create your own milestones, you get to define the terms.
What activities or routines have you brushed past without marking the occasion?
What milestones in your life have you allowed to go unnoticed?
