This week we’re supposed to inspire readers with our unique take on goals. Oh boy. I feel like I might make people perspire as their blood pressure goes up, but inspire? That’s not easy. When I began writing, my goal was to have my novel published. One novel. One story. One main character. One goal. Hardcover, on a shelf at Barnes and Noble. When I got married, my goal was to have four kids, each shinier and more successful than the next, a home in the burbs, and a gravestone that would read, “Man, she was lucky.”
Then life happened.
So – did I give up my goals? Not for a moment. But I was able to go with the flow, adjust my expectations, alter my goals and generally live my life in some version of Twister meets Downward Dog in terms of flexibility. Doesn’t mean the shifts haven’t been painful. Surely they have. But goals change. And that’s OK. Sometimes you have to kiss them goodbye or even kick then to the curb. It’s how you manage those veers off the highway that matter.
Tell me about a goal or two of your own that you’ve said, “OK, your time is up, I’m moving on” and how did you do it?