You know what January is good for? Making goals LOUD. And if you’re like me, by the end of the month I’m feeling like my face is smashed on the splintery edge of that limitation fence.
Did I quit Whole 30 eight days in? You betcha. Am I two weeks behind on laundry? 🙋🏻♀️ (Sorry, Marie Kondo.) Was today’s main goal to just get out the door? (Mission accomplished, btw 💪🏼)
My point is this: goals are incredible (um, big motivated-by-goals girl right here ✅), but they’re not defining you or controlling you. You have the power to keep them or decide if they’re better left broken in this space and time.
Yesterday’s poem on Inspiration played with this topic. Goals reflect your priorities, and I’m not sure about you, but my top ones are relational. So half the time my goal is to keep other less-important goals from getting in the way with my unseen, less tangible, fiercely protected priorities.
I forget this often, trying to hurtle the fence with all the things. But then one daughter asks to play hide and seek and the other brings me her dolly as she snuggles onto my lap, and I’m graciously drawn back to the enclosed pasture of perspective.
Day 10 #hopewriterlife
challenge on “Goals”