An ideal I’ve latched onto recently is that of precision. When it comes to my work, when it comes to social events, when it comes to meal times, I want to be more precise.
What do I mean by precision? Think of a well-rehearsed surgery. Small, intentional movements — each a step closer to the goal. Maybe there is some improvisation needed, but even that can be clear and precise. Start something, finish that same thing. One thing at a time. It’s a skill I want to cultivate and strive for.
I’ve often gravitated towards creative exploration: figuring things out, following the breeze. Wandering is absolutely an important skill, but it’s not one that I am particularly lacking in. Precision, on the other hand, maybe it could use some practice. Now that I think of it though, these might not be entirely opposites: perhaps I could learn to wander with precision.
I want to feel like I am acting in line with my intentions. I want to have confidence in the domain at hand. Or if I don’t, I want to take small enough steps to still maintain my bearings.
I want to savor my abilities. This unique opportunity to move and act in the world. I don’t want to waste it getting lost, losing awareness of time, and flopping about randomly. I want to precisely navigate myself along a path that I intend to follow, even if I can’t see very far ahead.