Going for the Goal!

Are you a goal-setter? This time of year is always full of the question, “What are your New Year’s Resolutions?” I have always been bad at setting goals. I know that makes me sound like a lazy bum who will never amount to anything, and maybe that’s true. I’ve just always been better at helping others shoot for the stars, rather than aiming and taking the shot myself.

I’m now in a time in my life where I desperately need to set goals and accomplish dreams. Of course, that begs the question, “What are your dreams, Amanda?” The response to which is simply…Crickets.

Don’t get me wrong I have dreams. I’d love to finish writing and publish stories that I have been writing since I was in high school. I want to be fluent in another language. I’d love to travel the world, go on a cruise, hike all the long, crazy trails that take months to complete.

I even have goals that I’m working toward. For instance, I’m training for a Spartan Race in May with my sister-in-law.

The odd thing is this. Most of these dreams and goals did not originate from my own mind or longings. A lot of them started with just trying something someone else was trying and learning to love it. So are they really my dreams? King Solomon wrote, “There is nothing new under the sun.” So I’m most likely never going to find a dream that nobody else has tried. I’m simply not that creative. I’m finding the line between dreams and to-dos is fine.

When someone asks what my goals are for the next six months, my first thought is of all the things I want to get done. Refinish my four antique school desks, get better at piano, learn the violin, practice my Spanish for 5 minutes a day, get my children through whatever grade they are in school without strangling them, etc.

Are dreams and goals simply things you need to accomplish? Or should they be so much more? I’ve always thought they were some passionate motivation for getting out of bed every morning. That vision of what could happen if you push through this last set of reps or that last mile on the treadmill.

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