In the first week of January, my manager asked how I envisioned my year. All 2015 “new year, new me” talk aside, she wanted three concrete words to define my career goals in 2015. I picked my three words (collect, connect + vision, for those watching at home), but one floated up to me the next day: execute.
Execute, execute, execute. What a violent, sharp little word it is. It’s a resume word, a word like management, or coordinate, but meaner. It’s a guillotine, a word that literally stands in for kill when it needs to. And that’s exactly the reason it’s perfect. 2015 is not a year for pussyfooting.
Since the word execute came to me, I’ve taken some time to consider some times in my past where I haven’t moved from start to finish very well. I tried to see myself in the eyes of previous employers, of previous significant others, of professors, of my parents (groan). What did I come up with, time and time again? It's the doing of the thing that gets me. I can talk in circles about any number of ideas, can plan and organize and brainstorm, but when it comes to rolling up my sleeves and going the thing? It’s a toss-up. When I owe something to an outside source, like work or school, I'm quicksilver. It's one effortless motion to the finish. Many of us can speak to procrastination as a major vice, but I have a second vice to match: aspiration. I aspire to many things, and the planning that follows is the best part. It’s the actual doing of the thing, when I'm the only one to hold myself accountable; that’s what gets me.
In the past, I’ve said I would: go vegetarian permanently (I lasted a year), learn to ride a bicycle (even going so far as to get a bicycle that I definitely couldn’t ride), go to the gym regularly (trying to hold back from laughing now), write a book, and travel the world, starting with returning to Italy immediately after graduation. The list goes on and on. In some cases, yes, there were elements out of my control. There was a malnourished post-grad bank account. But in most situations? Nope. Just me. Just me not executing. 2015 is going to be about me executing, but also about one other thing: deciding what's actually worth pursuing. And that should be the golden ticket.