I have never made any New Year’s resolutions and I have only recently started setting goals for myself.
I remember a discussion I had with my younger brother on a summer’s night probably around 20 years ago. We were in the attic of our grandparents’ summer cottage in the Swedish country side having a chat about “life, the universe and everything” before going to sleep on our beds among the spare furniture that were stored up there. Both in our mid-twenties, we were faced with the scary wonders of adulthood, including decisions like: “What sort of job do I want?”, “Where do I want to live?”, “Do I want to start a family?” etc. I think that both my brother and I had found our first jobs after university at that time and I remember my brother telling me about his goals in life, how he was planning to be married and have children within, I think he said 10 years time. When I told him that I had not made any such goals for myself, he was very surprised. I was also surprised, but for a completely different reason. My surprise came from realising that other people had different possibilities in the way they saw their lives. It had never occurred to me to set goals for myself, due to the fact that I already at that early age knew that my body wouldn’t always do what I asked of it. I simply didn’t see any point in setting goals when I wouldn’t know what I would be able to do even a month later, let alone a year.
I didn’t plan my life, life more or less happened to me. At times I would really struggle with walking, I would move really slow and fine movements, like buttoning buttons or tying my shoelaces, were a challenge. Somewhere around this time, the implications of the diagnosis of generalised dystonia that I was given in my late teens, started to hit me. I had just started taking medication, which gave me some relief from the tension in my muscles and gave me a slightly more even gait. However, I was in no way in a position to feel confident enough to make plans for the future…
In the year 2000, this all changed. My neurologist had read about a type of generalised dystonia that responded well to levodopa, a medication mainly used for Parkinson’s disease, and he suggested I try it. He gave me a schedule for slowly increasing the dose until I could notice an effect, and boy, was there an effect!!! I won’t bore you with the details, but in short, my life was fundamentally changed! For the first time since I could remember, I could actually move without feeling like I was walking in water up to my neck, my fingers were suddenly very agile and I was the happiest person alive!
The mobility the new medication gave me, led to new ideas and wishes in life, wishes I hadn’t known I had and in January 2003, we had a daughter, a beautiful baby girl. Born nearly three weeks early, she was very small but with a strong will and she is still, almost 11 years later, equally impatient and strong-willed. Our lives changed forever and we loved it!
Later that same year, I was told by another neurologist that I didn’t have generalised dystonia, I had Parkinson’s disease… Parkinson’s disease… It felt like I fell down into a black hole and I have my darling daughter and her father to thank for making me realise that I had so much more to gain from digging my way back up again than staying down there.
As you can imagine, being diagnosed with a neurodegenerative disease that is very much associated with older people at the age of 32 didn’t really promote goal setting activities… so it took me a few years until I felt confident enough, but here is the result of my first attempt at written goal setting:
In translation it reads:
“Goal setting for the first time, 12 July 2010
Goal for the summer (before 19 August):
Learn to walk my tightrope properly
Get my priorities right
Never have to have a DBS
Be able to make a living out of my interest for Parkinson’s disease”
I actually think I have reached a few of them in some way, we’ll see what next year brings. Maybe this is the time for my first New Year’s resolutions?