I've never written resolutions or yearly goals because I've never been able to keep consistent with them.
I've resisted and resented time constraints.
I've yearned for the destination and neglected the journey.
And instead of feeling excited about the start of a new year, I feel anxious.
So, rather than pushing aside the emotions and jumping into celebration mode, I leaned in, searching for a deeper "Why."
See, I DO set goals for myself but never have put them on a timeline. And I uncovered that I am close to achieving two of the biggest, hairiest, most audacious goals (BHAG according to Jim Collins) I've ever set for myself.
I realized that for the past eight years, I've been
And THAT is what makes me anxious: I'm not sure what comes next once I finally reach these destinations after all this time.
"If the size of your dreams must always exceed your current capacity to achieve them. If your dreams don't scare you, they aren't big enough."
- Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, first female President of an African nation (Liberia)