"Where do you see yourself in 10 years?"
Breathe and smile...Seriously? At a time like this he is asking me this question? Can't he see that I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to focus. At a time like this he is asking me to stop and muster up the energy to do a serious introspective counseling session of myself? He is crazy. I am just going to go along with this conversation until he leaves so that I can finish what I'm doing in time to leave right when I get off in order to sit on my couch and watch HULU or look at what houses are for sale in the area and dream of moving out. I'll probably think about working out and maybe even actually act on that thought, but probably not. My last failed attempt of creating a work out routine went a little something like this:
My mother forwarded me an email about Curves, have you heard of it? You know, stereotypically where all of the "old" women work-out. I thought I might give it a try considering I get called "grandma" all of the time, I can't help that I like to hang-out by myself and my couch is my favorite extra-curricular activity. My first day of work-outs was "zumba" day - I was offered a wrap for my waste that was hot pink equipped with bells and of course shiny bedazzlments. I kindly declined and found the last cramped spot available. The music was queued and we began a series of awkwardness that I will not even attempt to describe to you. Let's just say the woman next to me decided to wear her, what i call, "shimmy wrap", WAY above her waist and would only move the top half of of her body. I decided to never return again, not because of the zumba challenged class, but because the next day I called to report that I had gotten home late from work and asked if I could come to my appointment 30 min. late (one hour and 1/2 before closing). Her response was, "No, I'm sorry it's getting late, we can reschedule you tomorrow just make sure you take your clothes to work so that you won't be late again." I gritted my teeth and loveling got off the phone while my mom is in the background insisting that I call her back and confront her for her attitude and "ALERT THE AUTHORITIES".
The only thought that immediately came to mind concerning the next decade was, "Well I don't want to be working, so I guess I want to be in a state of financial awesomeness," If that is even a rational thought, because I'm not making enough to even save.
He said, "Your assignment is to write 10 goals for 10 years."
Um yeah, probably not, the last thing that I need is ANOTHER thing to do.
But his question basically poked at my brain all day until I got home to actually confront the idea of where I would be and what my life would look like on my 34th birthday. (shutter)
After wrestling with myself and asking God to answer this:
Direct my path
Focus my passions
Align my dreams
Give me His vision
Here was my list (if you could actually see the scribbleness and handwriting you would probably call an insane asulym)
1. own 3 properties
2. own 1 new car
3. Have cash saved for another car whenever needed
4. Be able to Give 40% of my income Save 40% and Live off of 20% (comfortably)
5. To be on an airplane AT LEAST 3 times a year - traveling is seriously my fascination
6. To be a part of a large group of women who make a WOW impact on the world
7. To own and operate a kiln and ceramic studio
8. To write a best seller
9. Be fluent in another language
10. To own every piece of technology needed to communicate in the most up to date efficient way necessary for me - camera, computer, phone, software, and be able to afford the accessories
You have to understand that everyone of these even by themselves makes my stomach sort of do those flippy floppy things and I have to muffle the thought of, "ha - yeah right - keep dreamin."
This man said he would speak to me again the next time he sees me and I should know my list - he is leaving in 3 days to move out of the state. Why is he asking me these questions? And why are those my top ten? At least it is inspiring me to be intentional with my life and who I am.
You should try! Write 10 goals for 10 years!
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