I, like everyone else on the planet, stink at keeping my new year resolutions. Perhaps the overwhelming factor lies in poorly planned goals, time frames, or expectations. Somewhere along the way, I lose sight of why I made my goals. I'll save them for next year; that's the mindset.
As a student in school, we were asked to sit down with our counselors to write academic goals based on our chosen career path (whoever picks a career path and sticks to it at 12 years old until graduation is incredibly lucky. I, personally, think it's absurd). Each time I would write down a goal, my adviser would pick it apart, telling me it was stupid, unattainable, or pointless. Years went by, and my inspiration to better myself died out. I felt my goals were never going to be good enough. Now, I understand constructive criticism. That I can handle, however, these advisers were rude, uncaring, and impatient. From that moment on I decided I'd make goals to please my advisers and ignore what I really needed to do for myself.
That is mostly the reason why I never make goals and stick to them. Branson recently pointed out to me that I'm not in middle school anymore. I'm an adult, and as an adult, I can make my own goals. Why was this so hard to see? 2015 is going to be my year. I found a link through Pinterest that Branson and I felt we could easily apply to ourselves, without feeling overwhelmed.
The sections are:
My One Word...
What I really want in 2015...
What I really need in 2015...
What I will share in 2015...
In 2015 I will succeed at...
(It's like our Christmas goals we make: something you want, something you need, something to wear, and something to read.)
I'm actually pretty excited to sit down with Branson and write our goals. What I love about Branson is his honesty, and if he feels I'm going way over my head, or if I'm not pushing myself enough, he will tell me. Gotta love husbands, eh?
Today I am grateful for...warm fuzzy socks and thick, heavy blankets.
No comments:
Post a Comment