You know, it's the end of the day that really makes me thankful for a loving, supportive husband and wonderful, rather obedient, children. You may be asking yourself "why?", but I tell you it is because, though I cherish the quiet, it makes me miss them.
Even though they're only a room or two away, I miss their laughter, their jokes and, perhaps, even their sibling bickering (just a little). It's also the end of the day, though, that I'm able to hear the still, small voice that calms me. The voice that tells me that it was a productive, healthy day. The voice that helps me realize: I am one step closer to achieving my goals and dreams.
In all of my days, I can't remember ever thinking that I'd be one day closer. But earlier today, my Stampin' Up! up-line, Michelle, called me and asked what it will take to get me to my goal. Sheepishly, I told her I didn't know and balked at the idea of having to give her my "plan". I also told her that, while at my Stampin' Up! Leadership Conference, I had taken a Title Benefits class with Bonnie Thurber. Bonnie asked us to write out a 6m goal and plan of action. I winced at the thought of writing it out. So, I took the majority of my time just drawing the frames around the 8 rectangles made from folding my sheet of paper, while the other ladies matter-of-factly made their schemes.
What is it about WRITING OUT GOALS that scares the bejeebee's outta me?! I think that, because I know myself rather well, I am afraid of the commitment that is attached to them. Writing it down makes it so...well...permanent. I thrive in fast-moving, ever-changing environment. Goals...
Don't get me wrong. I'm all about rest and relaxation. I'm all about enjoying a Saturday afternoon at the park with my family, watching the kids running around and swinging on the swings. We're engaged. We're having fun.
I guess that was the goal. It was accomplished, and I didn't have to write it down.
My mind wanders...
Why must I write a goal down if I can simply accomplish it without? I believe the answer lies in my mind, itself. I didn't know what the goal was. It just happened.
Did you see what I just admitted? I didn't know what the goal was.
Do I even know what my goals are? I jest and say that I want to have my own private island villa on the outskirts of Italy. But, truly, it is what I want. I can picture it. I don't even have to close my eyes! I have no idea how to get there. No idea...
...and I don't want my life to "just happen". I want to live on purpose. Don't you?
So, guess what I'm doing tomorrow?