Goal Setting

My journey in life has not been the easiest. But whose is, really? I have found that if I am wallowing in self-pity and thinking that no-one could have it as bad as me, then I look around or hear of someone who is much worse off that me and somehow it makes the difficulties seem like nothing. All these things I’ve lived through has made me a stronger woman, more independent, more confident in who I am and my capabilities to cope and surpass the challenges in life. I have decided to put some of my goals for my life down in written format, as it seems that once again my life is at a crossroads and things are changing and happening, not necessarily by my own choice. One of my goals, and actually was a dream of mine as a child, was to be a writer. Growing up, I was an avid reader, devouring any book that came my way. One of my teachers, at the little missionary school that I attended, gave the class and assignment. We were to pick an author and somehow she figured out if that author was still alive, and we wrote letters to them. The author I picked wrote me back and that started a friendship and a pen-pal correspondence. I never will forget the day I got my first letter from him. I was so thrilled that he took the time to answer a 10 year old kid living in a foreign country! It was inspiring and encouraging. My current goal, to meet this big childhood goal is to take the time to write something down at least 3 times a week, hopefully building up the habit and momentum so that I can write more and more. I think it will help get my ideas focused and for sure it will help keep the memories in place. So, hears to my new goal in life!

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  1. SuzanneAugust 21, 2012 at 3:11 AM

    Great goal! The best way to improve your writing is to write. Write your memories of the Amazon. that will be fascinating reading!

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