When you are in school, your goals are made for you. Graduate high school. Pick a major. Graduate college. Make a good GPA. You are constantly taking steps to, one day, have a bright future. You graduate. You get a job. You have a life. Then what?
When the goals aren't pre-set before you, what do you do? What are you working towards? What is there to accomplish? Am I making your head hurt yet? At work, I am the woman of a thousand questions. They have learned to expect this. I don't stop this habit in my regular life either.
I set goals for myself. Each year. Small baby steps in the never ending quest of self improvement. Last year, I quit smoking (so not easy - the best way to avoid ever doing this is to never start - imagine me saying that in my mom-voice. My mom-voice is way impressive). This past year, I trained and ran my first 5k. 3.1 miles is not that long but for the girl that was forever a non-athletic-drama geek, this is huge.
Ok, so it wasn't a normal 5k - it was the CASA Superhero 5k (any excuse for drama girl to wear a costume). The earmuffs were because it was 28 degrees!! Aidan, my son, ran it with me. He who didn't train for 6 months like I had. He who decided to do this 10 minutes before it started. He who beat me soundly by 5 minutes.
It was hard. Harder than I thought it would be. My ankle hurt (I had twisted it the week before), I was tired, and trying so hard. About 50 yards from the finish line, my son and my runner-friend, Donna, jogged back to meet me to help me finish.
I wanted to cry with the show of support. The kindness of helping a friend (and mom) achieve a goal. Isn't that what all this achievement is for? To live a life making yourself the best you can and have wonderful people help you along the way as you help them.
It's a blessed life, isn't it?