I had a million goals as a child. I wanted to learn every hobby out there... nearly... I wanted to write a complete dictionary that included every word that existed... I wanted to have it all perfect and do it all the right way... and never have debt except for a house... I wanted to know how to fix everything so i'd never have to pay anyone to fix it...
Then i started learning how to do some of those... and i learned i have no patience for sewing or car repair. I learned that i'm scared for high-risk hobbies such as skiing, nor do i wish to try to afford it.
As i grew older, i had goals like, go to college, get a degree, marry a wonderful guy, and have kids. Having kids is the only thing i haven't done yet, as far as those 4 go.
And i can't say i 'hope' to have kids, because i'm totally planning on it... in the next couple years-ish. But my goals at this point aren't the kind of "Wow", that everybody admires... like becoming a helicopter pilot (which i still think sounds fun...); they're more like...
1. preparing for the commitment of raising children
2. learning to be a good wife
3. learning the give and take of favors within a family
4. learning when, where, and how to set boundaries
5. coming to an understanding of past events
6. figuring out what hobbies are still worth pursuing
7. learning how to budget so i can pay off debt and save
It's a busy lot to learn, but not an easily measurable one... however, i can tell when i've made some progress... most of the time. However, sometimes it's my husband that points it out.
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