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What’s Your BHAG This Year? There’s Still Plenty of Time for 2019 to be Effing Amazing
As I write this (for later publication, I’ll get to that momentarily) the sun is glancing off a few bird feeders on my coach’s deck. We’re in the high country just south of Boulder, Colorado. I think we had a miscue on our coaching session. He’s not here. I am. No problem. It happens. Meanwhile I get to gaze across the lovely meadow and appreciate the lower hills of the Rockies.
We’re working on my third book. In the middle of all this I am retooling a life. That’s what the book is about, which is why it’s so much fun. I’m living what I am writing about in all the messy, tangled, fouled-up fishwire that is what happens when we throw everything out and start over again.
The process may be familiar territory but it is never easy. Nor is a complete makeover easier at 66 than it was thirty years ago.
Scattered in the detritus that used to be my beloved living room are huge gear bags. About a month before I head to the hinterlands (one of the other BHAGs this year) I start this process. Long, long lists of gear to take. I always and forever compulsively pack too much clothing. Then I…