I think I finally understand why people try to measure their lives by the year.
A lot can happen in twelve short months. An entire lifetime's worth of events, really. And cutting these mini lifetimes into one-year chunks makes everything feel more manageable.
So, after this past weekend, I'm declaring FinCon the start of my New Year. And this week is my chance to start fresh, prepare for the coming year's hustle, and set new intentions.
FinCon is an annual conference for personal finance geeks — bloggers, writers, digital content creators, entrepreneurs, brands, and media. Basically, if you like talking about money online, FinCon is for you.
It's a place to learn, network, and reconnect with people who don't mind talking about emergency funds over lunch. Or enjoy comparing their latest travel hacks. It's easily the most inclusive and supportive community I've ever been a part of.
At FinCon, it doesn't matter if you're six figures in debt or financially independent. There's even a place where over 100 bloggers publicly share their net worths!
It's all about promoting financial literacy. And like many of the attendees, I left feeling exceptionally inspired.
What a Difference a Year Makes
It's hard to believe I showed up at last year's FinCon as Addison Cash. Yup, that was my alias! And I came armed with handmade business cards.
The blog makeover was a big goal before this year's event. Especially as I take on more freelance writing and social media clients. And I'm really happy with my brand's new look.
Honestly, I showed up without a plan last year. I was happy to walk away with some new friends and a few tips for making money online. Because from the beginning, my goal was to transition into tech. And without a doubt, Cashville Skyline helped me get there.
But, this year, I was much more strategic with my side business. I only attended a few sessions, but I talked to a ton of people in the expo hall, the freelancer marketplace, and at various meetups. I ditched my slow-carb diet, partied every night, and loved hanging out with my “internet friends” (as my co-workers would say.)
This year's goal was clear: building my side business.
What were my goals for the next year? Where did I want to be in twelve months?
I didn't have an answer at that moment. But I thought about it on the light rail, on the plane, and when I finally rested in Nashville that night.
Still focused on it the next morning, I tore a piece of lined paper from a small notebook and scribbled Intentions across the top. I jotted down four goals I planned to attack between now and next year, and taped it to my closet door.
If you're going to build something, give it everything you've got. No more waiting for things to happen. Lose the excuses. And no regrets.
My New Year's hustle begins the second I hit “publish.” How about yours?
Readers: How deliberate are you about setting intentions?