In the past, I've always had pretty grand goals in life. Hiking and fly-fishing above the arctic circle, owning a farm, being a fantastic teacher, and many more. As grandiose as these may seem I've, over time, accomplished them and many more like them.
Therefore, I was taken aback when I recently went to examine what my life goals were at present and couldn't think of any. How could it be that I had come to have no goals in life? It all seemed really, really depressing. I had goals like, find my lost pocket knife, have my stomach feel better, make it through the day as at least a mediocre husband and father.
I brought this dilemma to the attention of some friends and my wife and they kind of got me back on the right track. It's not that I no longer had goals, it's that the nature of my goals had changed. I was no longer fixated on the sort of goals I used to have which mostly revolved around satisfying myself, I had a different sort of goal now.
Goals like, staying clean for the long haul, being a fantastic husband, being a fantastic parent, raising these kids up right. I guess I'd still like to sea kayak in Greece, but that somehow seems less important than it once did.
I did a brainstorming in my journal last night about it. I still have lots of big important goals, and many fun and exciting ones too. I just think my goals must be maturing...finally.
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