It’s easy to forget that Buddy Holly was only 22 when he died. Listen to his records, research his success, and, by today’s standards, the fact that he was married — he accomplished a lot in a short time.
I’ve been in love with Buddy Holly since a junior high English project based on S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders, and I was sure that 22 for me was going to be a memorable year. It was, for lots of reasons — over the course of 21 months, I graduated university and left my hometown for good, I let someone walk out of my life who should have left a long time ago, I met three amazing people who “forced” me to be their friend but for that I’m very grateful, I found a passion within my industry (which I already loved in general, but discovering that I can and will defend digital media — creating things that newsprint can’t do — has opened some doors for me), and I lost two people who I still miss every day.
Last year, I set one goal for myself (note a goal, not a resolution), and defined it by breaking it down into three smaller parts. I wanted to be on an Edmonton masters’ synchro team, which meant I had to do the following three things: get back in the pool and become more active, pay attention to what I’m eating, and create a better savings plan and stick to it.
Well, I joined a masters’ synchro team — whether or not the other three things have helped at all, I’m not sure, but those three goals did get accomplished in some way, shape or form as well.
To be honest, I kind of forgot about how everything was linked — I started paying attention to what I was eating (albeit late in the year) because I had the opportunity to talk to a nutritionist. And I’m tracking my finances more closely because I have other plans I desperately want to realize, more than being able to afford synchro expenses.
So I didn’t know what I wanted to do this year, what kind of goals I wanted to set. But that’s when I realized it comes back to Holly, being 22 and the last thing on that list.
This year, I’ll be 25. Just as 22 held significance for me, this year means more than just a quarter-century. So my big goal is to travel throughout my lifetime, at least once a year. Doesn’t have to be anything of a huge undertaking — even if it’s just driving the backroads of Alberta for a weekend and finding neat discoveries in small towns. My smaller goals are to learn something — so far, I have three, with hopes to complete at least one and a half of the following. Take a pottery class, learn Ukrainian (especially the syntax — I can string together words now but I don’t understand why they are formed like that), and get my scuba-diving license.
Like last year’s goal tied into many things, and led to different things, so I think this will. And that just might be the point.