I love new, bold ideas. They catch my imagination and infiltrate my every thought. The plan could be for an application, a business, a form of government or a novel. The result is the same - I can think of nothing else - until a new idea comes along.
The time between my "new ideas" ranges from one day to two weeks. Given the scale of many of my ideas, two weeks isn't enough time to make a dent in their implementation. So, the ideas die.
I comfort myself by saying that, "if the ideas were any good, I would pursue them."
But some of the ideas are good. And I don't implement them either.
This year, along with a few friends, I helped restart the Philadelphia branch of the Industrial Workers of the World. The branch's charter took a lot of time, paperwork, and planning to get. While we did that, we doubled the size of the branch and planned several successful events.
I am proud of everything we accomplished this year.
There are two main lessons I learned from the last year and my tenure as Secretary of the branch.
The first lesson is that I can lean on my friends for help. There were a couple of months where I couldn't handle all of the responsibility, and I asked for help. My fellow workers took on some of my duties, and I was able to recover.
The second lesson I learned was that making a little progress every week can be more effective than trying to focus all your energy on a single goal. As long as I did something every week - progress got made.