I love quotes. I love them because they are written by writers and thinkers and doers and planners. I am all of the latter, except one.
I'm not much of a doer.
I write, I think, I plan, and I dream in my head. But when it comes to doing, I hem and haw and make excuses and allow my inner critics to stall my progress.
The reason I don't go to Boot Camp at the gym? It seems too hard. I'd have to stop, and I'd look like a wimp.
The reason I don't ask a new mom friend for a play date? She and her kid probably have all of their own friends anyway. Why would they want more?
The reason I don't really focus on my writing and submit more articles for publication? I've already had a few rejected and besides, I could never make a living off of my writing anyway. It's not that good.
And on and on.
While some would call this being negative, I call it being cautious. If I don't try, I won't be embarrassed. If I don't ask, I won't get hurt. If I don't submit, I won't be rejected.
Basically, if I don't do anything, nothing will happen.
And as I've learned in 40-some years, that's not a way to live one's life.
I have lived my life in fear that something bad will happen to me. But, in looking back, nothing ever did.
Though, nothing really great ever happened either.
I'm not talking about people. Obviously, I love Hubby and my sons and my family and friends, who are all truly wonderful.
I'm talking about goals, because I do have them. Not just New Year's Resolutions, but real, tangible goals.
Today's lesson in my writing class was called "The Ultimate Motivation Exercise." We were supposed to write the titles of the chapters of our lives, even the ones we've not yet lived, keeping in mind how we want the stories of our lives to be fulfilled. Then we were to write a far-fetched, but desirable goal and our list of steps to obtain it.
This left me stumped, and truthfully, I'm still stumped. My life before marriage was pretty boring, and even since, I'm just here, doing the mom job.
And as far as the add-on, I find all of my goals in life to be, well, near-fetched; that is to say, quite obtainable. But obviously, I just need to try.
And then, I reread a quote, that, ironically, I posted to my Facebook wall today: