In August 2009, I put together a list of 1, 5 and 10 year goals in personal, business and health. One-year goals were things such as get a pet (check), get a promotion (check), pay off credit cards (in process) and practice yoga multiple times a week (fail). Five-year goals were fairly obscure, such as live in city I want to live in, pay off student loans, find a position that challenges my abilities (?) and run a half marathon. Ten-year goals were things like be settled in ideal city, be able to teach yoga, over $100k in my retirement accounts.
I look at myself from two years ago and see very little left. Less than a month after writing those, while practicing yoga, I tore my Superior Labrum (SLAP tear) and rotator cuff. Four months later, the guy I’d been dating broke it off. My credit card debt went up. And I’m still in the same city. I feel so far removed from the twenty-three year old girl who wrote those that it’s hard to imagine actually fulfilling those now.
So I set new goals.
And I left a lot of blank spaces. I know that if you write your goals down, they’re more likely to happen, but I look at my old goals and realize they’re not even goals I want anymore. I don’t want to “settle down” in some TBD city. I don’t want to stay on the same path I’ve been on. I constantly struggle with doing things that make me happy and not what I think will make me happy, just as Gretchen Rubin of the Happiness Project constantly has to remind herself to “Be Gretchen.”
As of today, I have all of my one year goals completely filled in, my five years goals 85% filled in and my ten-year goals 30% filled in. I want to figure out my goals, fill them in and strive for them, but for the time being, I’m happy knowing that I’m back on the right track.
(image via lululemon… particularly fitting since they inspired me to set goals in the first place 2+ years ago)