I came across this journal entry from September 2005 today, and it reminded me why I’m such a believer in writing down my goals…I achieved almost all of these in one way or the other, though not necessarily in the stipulated time frame. Mind you in November 2005 my mom died and for a few months after that I wasn’t sure how or even if life would continue…
But it did, and my goals were one of the instruments God used to strengthen me to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Seeing this takes me back to that 20 year old version of myself: a university student studying something she wasn’t interested in, while trying to find a way to tune into who God had created her to be.
The goals I wrote down had to be very literal in that season because it was only through trial and error that I found the thing that really moves me: telling stories and teaching others as I go. In this season, as a mother of the young children who is finding her feet in the world of academia, I’m motivated by a sense of being, rather than just of doing, but doing still matters because we become what we do.
So if I want to become a woman of depth, I need to invest in doing things that cultivate this such as taking time to think and read deeply, and to tend to relationships that root me in life.
If I want a life characterized by discipline, while trusting God to grow this trait in me, I also need to put measures in place that will act boundaries in some respects, and as prompts in others.
And if I want a life marked by delight I must not only prioritize time for things that delight me holistically, I must also be intentional in noticing delight in the mundane and the seemingly undelightful.
As this journal entry from over 10 years ago has reminded me, keeping a vision before me in the form of goals I’ve written down, is one way of staying connected to the dreams that move my heart so that they don’t get lost in the busyness of the juggle.
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