Bleck. Decreasingly productive days at the tail end of last week led into a pretty slothful weekend which, even now, bathes my mind like the fog of a fresh hangover. So here I am, trying to put the pieces back together of precisely why it occurred in the first place.
First, as it was elucidated to me in a conversation I had with a few friends at our campus coffee shop, I perform much better when I DO track everything that I do. Without tracking what I eat, I feel less accountable for eating crap and then feel depressed when I feel sluggish and not feeling like going to the gym. When I don’t write down my workouts ahead of time, I end up feeling directionless and wasting time while I’m at the gym, or worse, make excuses not to go in the first place (because I’d need to put together workouts first, and I “just don’t have the time.” Bullshit. You’d have the time if you’d actually managed to keep up with your schoolwork earlier on in the week…). My day-to-day tracking of task completion helps me notice patterns and blind spots of productivity I might not otherwise notice, and I need to remind myself of this fact. My ravenous desire for knowledge about the world and about myself is possibly the deadliest weapon I have in my arsenal, and this is one of the best ways I can make use of it.
I feel like the reason I periodically stop tracking things is part laziness, but also part negative self-judgment. I’m still self-conscious about being considered “weird”, or “obsessive”, or hearing people’s worries that I’m pushing myself too hard by doing this. Ironically, it seems in the last few days, quite a few words of wisdom have aligned themselves in my sight, and as such have helped to give me some direction. The first is a quote from Seth Godin, entrepeneur and public speaker: “You will either be judged, or you will be ignored.” I’ve been struggling against the tide of caring about what others think about me, and letting it distract me from doing what I need to. I have a primal drive to reach towards what I want, but sometimes those years of conditioning are too much to overcome, and I lapse into conformity. But a fear of being ignored? Or being irrelevant? Or being forgotten? It chills me so deeply that somewhere along the journey the isolating cold turns into this burning fury; a driving anger: One that says, “I REFUSE to be forgotten. I WILL be heard. I WILL change the world, and god DAMNIT, people are going to know that I was here.” And that gives me the desire I need to pick up and keep moving forward again.
The second set of wise words comes from the incomparable Henry Rollins, whose work I’ve been foolishly ignoring up until now, to my detriment (a pattern I hope to cease in the near future):
To not be afraid to work your ass off, and to have someone who also comes from a working-class background acknowledge what it feels like to not come from money, and have to struggle for things that so many people around me take as given because, well, they were given it… it’s incredibly vindicating. And just… the encouragement that, YES, you will have to work harder than you ever have before, and that the one thing you can never afford to give up is your personal dignity, your identity, your morality… just… FUCK. I’m reminded of the famous Morgan Freeman quote from Shawshank Redemption: “Get busy livin’, or get busy dyin’.” I feel like I’ve spent the grand majority of my 21 years on this planet drifting, isolated, awash in a womb of apathy and sloth, afraid to reach outside for the fear that my hand would be slapped away, and I would be shamed for my attempt.
With today’s culture, which revels in the delight of watching people fail at their dreams (take a look at the ratings for the American Idol tryouts to see…), thereby validating their own choice not to try, I now recognize that to some degree, I WILL be ridiculed or shamed. I will be put down, criticized, told to give up, even by people who care about me. “We just want what’s best for you”, they’ll say. But there comes a time that I just can’t listen anymore.
I’m Vincent Smith. I’m 21. And I plan to live.