When I was in High School my mother told me to write down some goals. It was the end of my Freshmen year and I had no idea what I wanted for myself my sophomore year.
I knew that I wanted to get better at basketball. I knew I wanted to lose some weight. She told me to write it down and put it on the refrigerator. I did and few months later I realized that all the goals that I had set for myself had become true.
My mom was my inspiration. She always gave me hope. She always kept me pointing in the right direction. She was my sunshine.
It took her well over 25 years to earn her AA from Bakersfield College. She took one class at a time. She never gave up. She always had goals up. She always kept dreaming.
Earlier this evening, I was talking with my God Son, Bryce. We talked about Goals. He said he had them all in his head. I told him about writing them down and placing them in a location where he could see them every day.
Goals are tricky. You don’t want to set them too high because you might think you failed. If you set them too low then you might feel like you cheated yourself. Your goals should push you just hard enough to make you appreciate what you accomplished.
I am so grateful for my mom. She was always showing me what I could do or become. She set the tone for my life and I hope to continue to pass that down to others. I sure do miss her.