I’ve never considered myself the goal-setting type. It’s not that I don’t want to accomplish great things. I just struggle to set goals. To commit myself to wanting something bad enough to claim that I will pursue it—and to set a bar that I can potentially fall short of.
Much of my life I have feared what I perceived as inevitable disappointment (that’s probably another blog post and possibly a therapy session’s worth in and of itself…I’ll save it). I’ve operated under the bloom where planted mindset. And I’ve enjoyed my life immensely and had some amazing experiences and opportunities.
But I feel like I am nowhere near reaching my full potential.
I realized that as much of a struggle as it is for me (and as much as I think that’s a by-product of my inherently adaptable and go-with-the-flow nature), I have to set goals and pursue them or I may never actually go anywhere.
One of the problems I encounter when trying to make myself set goals—because it doesn’t happen naturally for me and I have to make a conscious effort—is that I can’t see a thought all the way through to come out with an actual goal.
I think about something I’d like to do, and my mind starts exploring a thought—a doubt, a potential obstacle, a fear—that triggers another and then another.
I stop myself.
And my mind starts doing it all over again, just with a different thought, going a different direction. I get stuck in semi-circular thoughts and a general state of agitation over my inability to set simple goals.
So where does that take (or leave) me? Determined to overcome these internal and self-imposed obstacles and to set goals…then pursue them. And with direction for my next blog post.
Let’s just not call it a new year’s resolution one. It’s more of a “to do” list that happens to be coming about during the transition to a new year. (Semantics your face! And no, YOU are immature.)