I remember the moment it happened. I was in my second year of university. I had just left the theatre. The play that I saw was an exploration of anger. The performers were clowns. The sensations in my body were unfamiliar. I felt like I had drunk jet fuel. I felt all of my nerve endings prickling with static electricity. My arm hairs were standing up on end
I felt so alive.
I knew then that I wanted more of that. More of that feeling for myself. More of that in the world.
What was it that I was experiencing? I’m not sure. They described it as a clown play. The whole clown thing made a lot of sense to me in a whole lot of ways. I saw how laughing while dying reconnected the dying with each other. I saw how laughter connected the dying with their sense of pleasure, of joy and their own vital energy. I learned this a few years prior.
This play showed me that deep and heavy laughter not only has psychological and psychological impacts, but spiritual ones as well.
It was then that I vowed that I would live my life as a clown.
What does a clown’s career trajectory look like?
Unexpected, by accident and with a fair degree of randomness - of course. We agents of chaos struggle to do things on purpose. Most of my best decisions have been the results of mistakes or by following one bad idea with another one. It’s working out. Somehow. The somehow is the art of it.
So here I am, on my 49th birthday writing to you letting you all know that I, like Columbus, have just discovered something. I have learned about a great new secret. This secret? Goals.
I know. Crazy idea.
Goals.
At 49 years of age, I now have goals. Just a few.
I’ve learned how to set them, break them down and work on them everyday.
I guess I must be all grown up. I’ve done enough pratfalling, exploding, flailing, kicking, screaming, tumbling, rolling, skipping and bouncing randomly towards the horizon. I must be ready to have some goals.
I have some big ones and some little ones.
I have set deadlines and timelines.
I’ve learned how to break them down into steps.
I know what I can and can’t control.
I have things that I want and need to do everyday in order to reach these goals.
I’ve also learned that it’s important to share goals.
Apparently it makes the whole shebang more real.
Sharing them seems like a risk.
Sharing them seems super intimate.
And?
Since today’s my birthday, I’m going to share a couple with you:
1: Four books written and self published by February 28, 2022. I’m well on my way with this one. The first two seem clear and my path for the third one is beginning to show itself to me.
You, dear reader are a HUGE part of me reaching this goal. The gift of your time, trust and attention is something that I am deeply grateful for. Thank you. I wouldn’t be inching along towards this without you.
2: I want to be shopping for a horse that I’m able to afford to pay for by this time next year.
This is going to require me raising my income by quite a bit.. In order to do this, I’m learning new skills around facilitation. I solve problems with individuals. I help them become more creative. I want to do this with organizations and systems.
I’m also now very aware that this isn’t something I can do myself. I’m finding partnerships with a couple of people, deepening relationships in order to reach this goal.
So though much of my career was spent moving forward with randomness, it feels like I’m leaving the clown shoes behind. I’ve shared a couple of goals. I have a few more too, but these seemed easy enough to share.
Moving forward with purpose is really new for me. As a clown my goal was typically to be present and look for laughter. That goal will always be part of me. And? As a clown, I was always looking for others to share the experience of the moment with.
Goals have helped me feel stronger. Goals have helped me feel certain, not that I’ll reach a destination, but in order to know what to do next.
I’m still a clown, so I’m still looking to share great feelings with people. I’d love to hear about what goals are giving you strength and how they help you feel better in times of chaos.
For my birthday?
I want to connect more with you guys.
I want to hear about your goals.
Are any of you working towards improbable, outrageous goals that seemed like a stretch when you set them?
Tell me about them. It would be wonderful to hear what kinds of big things you’re cooking up.
And, if we all read about a few of each others goals, we likely will feel less alone in the world.
Which is a goal of mine that underlies everything that I’m trying to do with this darn newsletter.
Happy Birthday Jim
This piece has helped me to better understand the kinship I feel with you.
You, a funny person, who realized they are a healing clown, discovers the beauty of goal setting: creating a dream and building a machine to move it forward.
I, too, found my calling during my second year of university: finance, which is essentially how to make rational decisions to maximize wealth while minimizing risk. Minimizing risk seems to be the opposite of clowning. My motivation was the same as yours is now, to help people make healthy decisions. That love morphed into a love of strategic planning: creating a vision of who we, as an organization, want to be, and creating the organizational and tactical steps to get there.
I grew up in a funny family. There wasn't a choice. Your sense of humour determined your pecking order. Be funny or die a social death.
So, I am a natural assessor and creator of goals and builder of the mechanisms to make them happen who uses humour to communicate them. You, the natural humourist, has been learning to embrace goal setting goals as a means to make your healthy dreams come true.
Sounds like we started our lives on opposite ends of a string and have worked our way to a mutual middle featuring goals, humour and healthy choices.
I have started making outlines for the books I want to write. No dates for that goal yet. Your example is deeply motivational.
Happy Birthday again Jim. Here's to many more trips around the sun.
Happy Birthday, Jim!!!!!
I shelved my screenplay for a while but its been percolating again…. And im getting the itch to finish it and produce it. Henry Beetle is waiting. Another goal is to retire at 55. I wont be able to live on my pension but i want to still make $$ anyway, with creative projects! And if i need extra $ per month I’ll substitute teach a few days here and there.
Doesnt sound crazy i guess, but not typical… i just want to play!!