At the beginning of this year one of my resolutions was to blog 2-3 times each week. This will be my third post of the year. Yeah, so I pretty much suck at goals. I’m a list maker. I like to be busy. I consider myself a doer. But I’m also a dreamer who is distracted easily. Goals require determination and structure. Judging by my thighs I lack determination and structure makes me feel claustrophobic.
Last May I got a FitBit, which for anyone who doesn’t know is an activity tracking device. I kinda hate wearing it, it feels clunky and not cute. However, I love that silly bracelet. It allows you to set your goal and five little LED lights come on as you reach your goal. My goal is 10,000 steps per day, so for each 2,000 steps a light comes on. If I spend too much time working at a desk my bracelet is pretty dark. Some days the lights come on while leisurely strolling in flip flops, but most days require sweaty sneakers and more resolve. The device has not made me smaller, but it has made me more aware. Those little lights and the app on my phone keep me motivated. It got me to thinking that I wish there was such a device for life. Something simple that would let me know if I was on the right track. The FitBit app sends encouraging messages “keep going – you’re almost there”… I need that. Most days I feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be, but there are times when I wish I could have a little reassurance that I’m moving in the right direction. Wouldn’t that be nice, set your big scary goal and watch the lights come on as you get closer. A little something to keep you moving forward. I suppose that’s what family, friends, and prayer are for – but I really like those little lights.
So why did I veer off course? Why did I fall so short of reaching my blogging goal? Its complicated. The year has been full of material. Topics rich with things to share and learn from. The trouble with content is sometimes it is maybe a bit too personal, too close to home to share. I’ve experienced my hardest days as a parent. I’ve had a friendship fall apart. I’ve cried a lot. I wrote about it all, because that is how I process things. I just couldn’t hit publish.
I can’t make sense of it all, but I know despite the heartbreak, there has also been an abundance of good. I will focus on that. So here I am with half a year left to work on my goal. While I can’t explain it, writing here makes me feel like I am doing what I’m supposed to be doing. I’m moving in the right direction. I don’t know where it leads, but it makes me feel like the lights are coming on.
What makes you feel like you’re moving in the right direction toward your goals?