|Burn Baby Burn|
That was the old me. The new me is somewhat different. I can't tell you exactly how it happened. Maybe it was being burnt so many times by oversold theatre shows or the creased foreheads of my friends and family as I was late for yet another birthday. But I cleaned up my act taking notes and drawing planned-schematics of my life to come. These plans would be modified and tweaked repeatedly to achieve the ultimate goal, whatever flavour of the month that might be.
The Cortés story-of-military-exploit which I like best pertains to a decision he made as he landed his troop ships on the shores of Mexico in order to do a little bit of conquestadoring. To ensure his men were focused on the task at hand, and that the idea of retreat and early exit were removed as options, he declared "Burn the Boats!" This destroyed any chance of return to the motherland and kept the eyes of his crew on the ball. Whether this actually took place or not is slightly irrelevant but tells nicely the tale of a man who would do anything to capture victory.
Whereas I had been looking at nothing beyond the future's next 15 minutes, Cortés was destroying everything behind him to ensure focus was maintained on everything that lay ahead.
This new ideology of burning one's mode of retreat was refreshing. In my experience, the fifteen minute rule was riddled with surges of heroic stoicism that thwarted my abilities to achieve any consistency or equilibrium in my quest to disentangle patterns in the chaos. The new approach was far more outlandish and remarkable because it meant that you better have one hell of a plan if you are going to obliterate any means of escape. No cowering behind the cowardly 15 minute window so you can put your brain on idle and go Zen until the world explodes.
The new approach was a clear sense of direction towards something tantamount to enlightenment. The road ahead sharpens and with it come improvements of timing, arsenal stockades, mental fortitude and a powerful mind cleanse which eradicates the irrelevant minutiae and resistance to change.
|Simon Lessing - World Champion extraordinaire|
With the end of the first month of 2014 upon us, I think of my planning and goals and keep reminding myself I am a professional from this moment forward. A pro in all things to which I have set my mind. Not tomorrow or next week or when I finish the project. I am a pro now. Everything I do. Everything I eat. Every act. Every word. Every thought. And now that I think this way, retreat is no longer an option. There's no going back.
And with those thoughts cemented in my head, the skies on the horizon start to clear.
Consider your boats burnt,