I struggle with the word ‘goal’. Every time I set one, something from the outside crashes into my life, breaking up all plans. So, it is not that I am lazy, it is that I concede goal setting to life. Typing out this truth makes me sad. For someone with fire inside, it is a harsh reality.
If I could set a goal or two, they would be as follows:
- To finish my book. A fiction novel of letting go and moving on after devastating and traumatic loss. I think I will purchase the software today to transfer my content and have it on my laptop. Goal set.
- To write three blogs this week. Ok, this doesn’t look too intimidating. Goal set.
- To escalate my prayer life. When life steps in, I often step back. I know this makes no sense, but someone out there gets me. Goal set.
- To exercise. I am limited here as my neck surgery almost a year ago is complicating my ability to get up and get it done. I returned to the gym in April, and set off severe pain issues, leaving me unable to workout, and back in physical therapy. It will be imperative to know my limitations and stay within those boundaries. Today I will start with brisk walking. Goal set.
Lesson learned during this prompt,
“If we lack the ability to set goals, it is not the fault of other people or the junk they throw our way. If we don’t set goals and follow through, it is our own fault.”
I will own that. I promise myself to work on this area of my life, and to stay the course. Goal set.
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