Last week-end my husband, our dog and me walked in a local 10K “race.”
We finished dead last.
I don’t think my husband has finished dead last in anything in his life, but again..we had our dog who walked about 1.5 miles.. not bad for a tiny pup.
It was a fun experience..something different..more like a date than anything else. My husband, who measures everything with his fitbit, shared our stats with me as we crossed the finish line:
average heart rate (his..not mine)
calories burned etc. (We burned over 800 calories..and promptly rewarded ourselves with chocolate croissants from a new french bakery.)
Like I said, winning, burning..none of these were my goals.
just doing it.. THAT was my goal. I had written it down in my planner at the beginning of the year.
My planner has become my personal life coach; a place where I can align my days’ activities to my goals for the year and remind myself to stay on track. My planner is that convection zone where random thoughts and dreams become goals with dates, deposits and actual commitments.
This is the place where “what do I need to do this week?” is placed into harmonious context with “what do I really want out of my life…?”
What do you want…really?