I have always found it difficult to stick to goals I set for myself. I always change the rules, or make excuses as to why its okay to fail, or I just give up all together.
Later this month I will turn 32. My life is wonderful, with an amazing husband at my side, and we are on a new adventure in a new city, which is fun. However, I had other ideas as to where my life was going to go. I can remember being 16 years old, the summer before my senior year of high school shopping with my mom and my sister. We were discussing options as far as the future was concerned, where we wanted to see ourselves. My sister had it all planned out, she was going to college, and going to be some type of Doctor, or Nurse. I, on the other hand, wanted to get married right out of high school, and have kids right away. That was all I ever wanted, to be loved by a man, and have a bunch of kids.
As it turns out, I didn't do that (turns out for the best). My sister didn't go to college until after she had 4 kids. At 18, I moved to Seattle for a summer, I loved the city, but, I had never been away from my family. I was homesick, and went back home (a decision I regretted almost instantly.) I worked a few different jobs, and was trying to decide what I wanted. I sold Mary Kay products for a few months, and gave up on that, because I thought it was just too much work.
I moved back to Seattle at 19 and was there for another summer. I started to find myself. At the end of the summer, I moved home to go to college. I was going to be a Legal Secretary, and eventually go to law school. Well, after starting classes, it didn't interest me anymore, so I gave up. I was so afraid of failure that I stopped myself before I started.
In the spring of 2001, I moved back to Seattle, and lived their for the next 4 years. I worked a few jobs, and was searching for what I wanted in life. I found a job that turned into a career as a Staffing Consultant for a Staffing agency, and loved it. I knew I could see myself doing that forever. The company went out of business, and I lost my job Christmas of 2004. I was lost again, I worked another job, just kind of floating through life, searching to belong, to find what I wanted in life.
After moving back home in the fall of 2005, I met my husband, and we were married the following August. He pushes me to do what I set my mind to, and I have accomplished so much with him by my side. I still want to do more, and will eventually get my goals completely figured out.
In order to succeed at goals, I have to set short term check points, otherwise, I will get frustrated and give up. I am still working at not giving up before my check points.
I have been, and probably always will be a procrastinator as far as my goals are concerned, because I always think there is tomorrow to get to it. I don't want to live that way anymore, I want to get there now, and tomorrow can be for something better!
Over the next few months, I will be setting goals for myself, and sticking to them. I have to tell my self no when I say to give up.
Have the never give up mindset, and you will go far in life....
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