I was packing my file drawers just now and came across the above pages, now worn and sun bleached. I remembered writing a post about it about a year and half ago. Perspective is so funny – those goals seemed so distant then and now even the old post feels ancient, especially with the completion of the book over a year in the past. The me of the old post would never have imagined doing radio and TV spots. She thought marathons were only for crazy people (I’m not sure I’ve changed my mind on this…more like I’ve become crazy!) And, the me of the old post was not yet thinking marriage or house; she was still settling in to cohabitation and a general calming down of life. I like these reminders of where I was and where I am. They help me stay on track for where (and who) I want to be. They remind of the importance of setting goals but also the importance of being willing to alter them, with pink marker if necessary, as life and plans change.
Now, without further ado, the original post from April 2012:
The previous post reminded me of my goal sheet that I typed just a few weeks after my ex left. I went looking for it, and found it in my folder labeled, “July disasster.” When I wrote these goals, I was still mired in the yuck of the day to day, but I wanted to put my dreams out there. I posted this list above the folding card table in my friend’s bonus room that was to be my office for the next year. It kept me focused on the future and the gifts in my present on those days when I felt like giving up. The list now makes me smile. It shows me how far I have come and reminds me of where I was.
There are two items on the list that remain unchecked. The first, complete a book, was a bit ambitious for a year (or even three), but it is an ongoing project. The other, volunteer at an animal rescue organization was chosen because of my gratitude towards those who helped to find homes for my dogs. I don’t feel strong enough yet to face this one, but I will.
Some of the other goals seem so minimal in retrospect. Go on a date – I went on 7-8 dates a week for a few months (months I dubbed, “Match Madness”). Or, learn to cook one gluten-free meal – I now do that multiple times a week and am a recipe resource for others.
Some of the goals make me thankful for where I am and why I am here. I was originally going to move to the NW; I could not imagine a life in the same town where I had spent my married years. Just months before I was going to leave, I met my now boyfriend. There was enough potential there that I decided to commit to staying in the area for a year (once I found a job) to see how things progressed. It has now been two years, and I couldn’t be happier.
Other goals have been incorporated into my current life. I still set goals to run races (I’ve just raised the bar a bit), I still intentionally seek out new friends, I continue to find ways to act of character, and I still make sure to take weekend trips. The last goal has become my favorite: find a way to laugh each and every day.
I no longer have goals posted above my desk. I have internalized them, using them as a daily reminder to be thankful and hopeful.
I love stumbling across stuff like this. It literally stops you in your tracks and acts as a time machine. A time machine with a lesson. You have come a LONG way in a short time. Never discount that. It shows your strength. Very cool!
Time machine…love it:)
Love this! I created life goals in my 20s, which I ran across while cleaning out a drawer a few weeks ago. I’ve accomplished many–but the few left are now bothering me. Onward and upward . . .
Just think of all the ones you’ve accomplished that you didn’t write down in your 20s!
New follower. I love this post. Thanks for you blog and the vulnerability…in such a time as this…that I’m in.
Thanks for following. I hope that you can find support, understanding and hope here. Divorce is the end of a chapter, not the end of a book. It sounds like your current challenge is a perfect start to your next chapter. Hugs to you and the kiddos.