Giving up on our long-term goals for immediate gratification, my friends, is procrastination.
I had a goal. I was on a mission. And somewhere along the line I lost sight of what I was supposed to be doing. I got out of my training program.
I was 12 when I turned my back on my goal. And I will keep doing it as long as my legs, my head, and my heart will allow.
In the past, I always set definitive goals for myself, but I've stopped doing that.
I wanted to be an attorney all the way up until I was 17.
A goal casually set and lightly taken is freely abandoned at the first obstacle.
You lose yourself in the to-do list and never tackle those big things you promised you would when the campaign came to an end.
I wanted to try marathon running, but something always came up: I had a baby and a C-section or I got injured or I just didn't think I could run that far.
A fascinating reaction of the human brain when we fail to meet a goal is that it tells us to throw caution to the wind and make things even worse, which ultimately leads to us giving up.
To be honest, I'm not as goal oriented and ambitious as I once was.