I won’t bring up taxes if you won’t, deal?
Instead let’s talk about goals. They can be our greatest accomplishments in life and also our truest struggles.
I’ve told you all about my friend Ryan, who writes a list of goals to accomplish every year. Kind of like resolutions, but without the “this is what I want to change” and more “this is what I want to do.” Right now, he’s cruising all over the U.S. in an RV building his business and living day to day, adventure to adventure.
His goals on that list were more important than any money a 9-5 job could offer. So he quit his 9-5 job. He became an entrepreneur (a huge goal of his) and is currently in Utah, hiking in Moab and daring his fear of heights to get the best of him.
Ryan and I aren’t super close, but his stories inspire me all the time, and I love giving a shout out to those who either directly or indirectly impact me. So, Ryan, THANK YOU!
When it comes to my own list of goals, I want so badly to be able to do such daring things like Ryan. But instead, especially lately, I’ve been putting so much pressure on myself to do all of the grown-up things 27-year-olds like me “should be doing” like updating my resume and looking for a 9-5 job/career, saving for a house, getting approved for a home loan, fixing and cleaning my car, and totally not doing my taxes because we said we wouldn’t talk about them.
But then I sit down and see my List of Goals that I wrote 4 months ago sitting wrinkled and dusty on my nightstand and wonder how I could let them become so neglected?
oh sure I’ve crossed a few off my list like going to Costa Rica and zip-lining through the jungle and getting good grades in school…but there are so many more that I’ve set aside and forgotten about, and now I’m craving that warm fuzzy feeling of accomplishing something you’ve wanted for so long.
For instance, a couple from my list:
- take a road trip
- save $______
- become a morning person
- be a clean person
- go skydiving
- visit mountains
- pay it forward
- drive a stick shift
- travel across the ocean
All quite Earth-shattering, I know.
It’s easy to look around and wish for your life to be like this or that, so it’s no wonder I feel like I should be at a certain point or have more accomplished.
For instance, I’m currently sitting in a dear friend’s house after spending the weekend here taking care of her dog while she and her husband are away for business/pleasure. It’s a gorgeous home complete with crazy stuff like furniture and decorations, stuff I haven’t had to think or worry about in what seems like way too long. And I could very easily get sad/depressed/angry at myself/steal all of their things, but what would be the point? It won’t change my situation one bit (except for that hat that I’m stealing…it changes up my head wardrobe a little).
What would change my situation, however, would be to keep getting after my goals. Without purposefully accomplishing the small, specific goals on my list ( i.e. save $_______) I will never reach any of the big ones (purchase that home on the street that starts with a T, fly across an ocean, etc.).
I’m happy I updated my resume, and cleaned my car, and signed away all my money to the government on time. And I would still love to buy a house, but I’m not going to be complacent with that. I’m not cool with letting my age or society tell me I have to be a certain way at a certain time. There is no real set of rules for how to live your life other than the rules you set for yourself.
So here’s to getting back to the List and always striving to be better than the day before,
P.S. You could cross off another one today for me. (ahhhh so suspenseful!)