Goals are Scary

Goals in my life have been tiny ways to feel guilty.  One sidetracked moment at a time when I SHOULD have been doing something meaningful. 

I hesitate to write down goals because my subconcious is convinced the goal police are waiting to strike as soon as I let one goal fall by the wayside.  I decided this year would be different.  I WOULD be accountable to myself.  I sat down at my desk and pulled out my trusty journal.  I lifted my pen and froze. 

Ink seemed risky.  There are stories about things come to life via the power of a pen.  Perhaps I wasn't ready for that kind of responsibility.  I briefly pondered a pencil but discarded that thought almost immediately.  Pencil wasn't permanent enough!  A few dashes with an eraser and there would be no accountability whatsoever.  What to do...

I sit here staring at Post-It notes.  They are written in ink.  They look messy.  BUT!!!  I wrote stuff down.

I am not really feeling brave enough to list out my goals for you.  Sorry, they haven't even made the jump from post-it to journal yet however, I will tell you what some of my categories are:

Personal:  Things that make me happy and I want to do for me

Spiritual:  Things that make me more like Jesus

Physical:  Cause this body should not just look like a temple on the inside and it is hard to reach other goals when the siren call of the bag of candy is the loudest one in the room.  Can I get an amen?

House:  Project oriented, trying not to be the house that makes our neighbors despair of their property values

Books:  I love them, I am trying to be more mindful in my choices


Hopefully I'll do better than the masses and this little exercise will last more than a couple of weeks and I actually get some of these goals accomplished.