When I was very young, my goal was to be the smartest one.
When I was a teen, my goal was to be attractive and be seen.
When I was in college, my goal was that diploma as well as the knowledge.
When I graduated and pumped my fist, my goal was to be a professional journalist.
When I moved to LA, my goal was to socialize and party all night and all day.
After writing for papers across the nation, my goal was to be a reporter at a TV station.
After 3 relationships that didn’t suit my mind, I wanted a guy who was patient and kind.
After realizing I had found my soul mate, I wanted motherhood to be my fate.
When my two kids were finally here, my goal was to work part-time and keep my career.
When I wanted money for my kids’ passion, my goal was a side hustle that could cash in.
When I couldn’t do it all by myself, my goal was to hire a great manager to help.
When my home was full of clutter and waste, my goal was a house with more space.
When rising debt made finances a mess, my goal was more work to eliminate that stress.
When kids, spouse and career were more than I could take, my goal was a break.
After accepting help was no longer a rarity, my goal became calm, confidence & clarity.
Now my kids have flown the nest, and my goal is their success and happiness.
As I began to focus on a new dream, I made new goals for how my life will seem.
Helping other moms is my mission; my new goal is a childcare app with a unique vision.
I’ve achieved my previous goals, yet I still want more. Isn’t that what life is for?