I had a terrible penchant. It seems lustrous and promising, but it all ends there.
Reading through two-years worth of notebook, I realized I loved writing goals. I wrote them down with enthusiasm but rarely did I make them come to life.
Maybe writing them, for me, instilled a false sense of completion. It’s a foresight of things I wanted to flourish but ended with distractions.
I longed to write a blog on August 2015, but I started the year after. I wanted to eat well and exercise regularly but it took me a year to establish the habit.
It isn’t to say that writing goals is useless. Rather, there’s a fine line between aspiring and actually doing. Trying is faint; doing is acute.
Goals are mere goals until we go beyond the list. Unfortunately, we won’t ignite the engine until we cultivate a ‘big why’ – a core direction.
Why does it really matter to you and your one life that you engage yourself in a specific goal?
Why does it count that you exercise and eat well?
Why does it even matter that you write what you think and feel?
The more compelling the question and your answer, the better.
So a few months ago, I got back to my list, detailed, curated them, and concentrated on a few.
I’m impatient and I tend to juggle things. So I did slow down, focused on one goal at a time. Single-tasking, indeed, is the holy grail.
To get going, I imposed deadlines, too. Without it, I know I’d go haywire again.
To this day I’m content to be writing weekly for my blog, eating mindfully, exercising, and sleeping well. Since putting a good foundation in place, I can move forward on the few things I want to get better at.
The thing is, goals are okay. Whys are critical. Doing is the game-changer. Vital few is best.