The first Presidential debate happened tonight. I have to admit to being pretty wound up before they started, wondering what to expect, how it would all go. At the end of the day, it turned out exactly like I thought it would. Hillary was prepared, albeit not a firestarter, and Donald Trump was Donald Trump.
I am unequivocally in favor of a Hillary Clinton presidency. I think she’s qualified, and I think she’ll do a fine job. Donald Trump is a dumpster fire as far as I’m concerned…I cannot believe he is running for president. I fully realize there are people who’d write that same exact sentence with the names reversed, but here we are. I think those people are making an error in logic and judgement. It’s doubtful we’ll reconcile that difference at this point in time, and I suppose that’s okay…I just hope my side wins the majority.
And I have faith it will. And by “faith,” I mean that logically, scientifically, backed-up-with-data-edly Hillary Clinton could win this election by a significant margin. Could. My gut tells me it will be much closer than we want to admit right now…but I still see progressivism, liberalism, and straight-up rationalism winning the day. I believe there are more of us that take stock in those ideals than there are that don’t.
“Words Matter,” Hillary said tonight. I *believe* that. Words represent ideas, and ideas are the kindling for actions. Words matter. Words have made history over and over again. Words matter. It’s one of the multitude of reasons that I write. Words matter.
Onto personal affairs: Just did some “forecasting” before opening up this tab to write today’s entry. I don’t know if you count yourself as a “planner,” but I definitely am. It’s kinda my sign to myself that I’m ready to jump into something…when I feel the itch to sit down and plot out how all the timing will work, what steps need to be taken, and what I realistically think I can *actually* do.
You could make the argument that I’m actually shit at planning…I always bite off more than I can chew. Invariably. Like, what I just did was plan out my next five quarters of writing goals. I plan to write no less than three books between now and then. THREE. It’s going to take me two full years to write my first book. That would be an astonishing achievement were I to hit that goal next year…
…but here’s the thing, guys: I know that. I’ve accepted that I always plan to do more than I can actually do. Writing this blog on a daily basis has made that very clear to me, and I’ve definitely tried to be more realistic with my goals, particularly my daily goals. But my BIG goals? I’m keeping those ambitious on purpose. If I aim higher than I can reach, I push myself further than if I’d given myself more conservative sights.
The TRICK to this kind of thinking is to focus on the PROCESS rather than the RESULT. If I just fucking focus on sitting my butt down into my chair and putting in the time when I’m supposed to…man, I’ll get close to that ideal goal, and I’ll feel satisfied. That’s the breakthrough, man, right there. Happiness comes from focusing on the present as opposed to the future. I can use setting goals to guide me, give me motivation, get me outside of my “comfort zone”…but peace and focus comes from enjoying the day-in-day-out.
That’s all I got tonight. Found some amazing music on the Spotify’s. One of those weeks where there was SO MUCH good stuff. Did my deliberate practice this morning, did my writing this morning, did my Flix work, and did my reading. I’m wiped 😛 It was a fantastic fucking day.