Most days I wake up and have no clue what to expect during that day. I slumber through the process of getting clothes ready and screaming at kids to hurry up so that I don’t have to drive 80 mph to make sure my son doesn’t miss his bus. While I should have gotten clothes and lunches ready the night before, I was too tired from the day to make any forward-looking progress.
I’m not a goal setter, basically. In no area of life, over my life, have I ever set firm goals. That’s probably not a good thing. As a matter of fact, my lack of setting goals has probably contributed to my almost loafing through life. And when I say goals, I mean stuff like…where do I see myself in 3 years? Or 1 year? Or next month? And how am I going to get there?
Is it possible that my fear of failure is so ingrained that I avoid setting goals so that I don’t have to face the prospect that I might fail to achieve them?
It is quite possible. I long to be an idea-generating, goal-smashing machine. But at 37 years of age, am I too old to change my spots into stripes?
Maybe it is time for me to find out.
It is NEVER too late to begin a new adventure. We are the sum total of our experiences. Reflect, consider what you want to do, no matter how far fetched it may be, research it, then DO IT. Life is TOO precious to waste it and you have young minds to teach in this process. If we want better for our children, we must do better for ourselves. Oh,and age is nothing but a number.
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