For our final session last week, Greer and I ended it with a question: ‘Where are you gonna be this time next year?’ All of them said, ‘Bend.’ They’re all invited to Bend for an in-person throw-down at LOGE like we were planning on having this year. Beyond that, I noticed every single one of them started off by saying, ‘I hope… ‘
What’s the randomness? This week, K and I finally relaxed by watching good ol’ MI6: Fallout. At one point following an epic fight scene in none other than the men’s room, the character Walker utters, ‘Hope is not a strategy!’
He’s right.
To each of the folks last week, once they wrapped up sharing where they apparently all hoped they’d be in a year, I offered something similar to Walker. More specifically, how I use the word ‘hope’ when what I’m talking about I can’t control. For the things I can, which to some extent includes where I’ll be a year from now, I choose a more empowering verb. ‘I will,’ for instance. Because, after all, hope isn’t a plan.
