Yesterday I asked what keeps you all motivated to meet a goal. I received a bunch of great suggestions and advice to help with achieving goals, ranging from different apps that help to changing how you view your goals.
One of the responses that I received was in regards to having enough discipline to continue working towards your goal. For me, motivation itself is not always enough. Sometimes the goal can be slightly overwhelming because of the level of effort that is needed to achieve that particular goal. The thought is that when you demonstrate good discipline towards your goal and subsequently make it a routine, you then generate good (or happy) feelings as a part of the process versus relying solely on your initial motivations or feelings to continue forward. Eventually, your discipline turns into habit and it is simply second nature to work towards your goals regularly (21 days, right?).
Another idea that I learned about was breaking your goals down into smaller sub-goals. These sub-goals can be broken down into daily, weekly or monthly targets that you want to reach, which eventually add up to your larger, or end, goal. If you are a visual person, as I am, then you can put together a goal board for each step of the process. It’ll help you stay on track by reminding you of the goals that you have committed yourself to, but it will also allow you to see your progress along the way.
I find both of these thoughts intriguing and quite doable as well. There are a handful of goals that I want to work towards but the end result of what I am trying to accomplish seems daunting. Though it may seem obvious to some, the tips that I’ve received for how to attack these goals has helped me to break them down into more manageable tasks that will quickly add up. Writing it all down will also help me to see the progress that I have made over the weeks.
I wanted to share, in the hopes that some of you may be able to utilize some of these ideas. I’m off to create my goal board. Thanks to everyone who commented!
After the car accident, I wrote to my home church in New York and shared what happened. I don’t remember all that I wrote but I do recall saying “I don’t know what God has planned for me but I know that I survived for a reason.” I don’t know why I felt that way but I knew in my heart that it was true. Whatever reason and whatever happened from that point forward, I knew God had a vision.
The pastor wrote me back and, as it turned out, he had gone to school with a pastor local to where I lived at the time. I immediately began attending the church and loved it. I felt at home again, like I had at the church I previously attended.
As time passed, my attendance waivered and eventually stopped. I am not proud of that but it is true. I think part of me was angry because of everything that had happened and I was struggling to make sense of it.
Last June, my brother-in-law asked that, for his birthday, I attend church 3 times. I agreed and started by watching church online while searching for a new church to attend. Soon after, my journey towards diagnosis began and I didn’t attend the three as I had promised. It weighed heavily on my mind and I was determined to eventually attend.
Today, which is oddly enough my sister’s birthday, I attended church. It was a fulfilling moment for me emotionally and it was food for my soul. I am once again reminded that I have a purpose in this life, whether I know what it is or not. In the car, I found my mind wandering to my post about MIB3 and the journey that I am on. I wonder about this version of life that I live and the decisions that I have made along the way to get to where I am. I am again humbled by the thought that I would not change any of my past decisions because they have led me to where I am today.
But I have had a thought. A thought that I ponder frequently. I wonder if this is the version of life that I have because God needed an extreme measure for me to refocus and listen to what is in my heart. Because of my diagnosis, I am filled with a purpose and drive that I have not felt in a long time. I am determined to fulfil my dreams and aspirations and to live a life that betters my family.
I can’t help but wonder if this new found purpose is because I ignored God’s plan for me previously or because I wasn’t following my dreams. These dreams aren’t outrageous in nature but they are simply what I hold in my heart as accomplishments that I want to achieve in my life. I am reminded of the importance of fulfilling my own dreams, so that I can demonstrate to little man how vital that is.