I was raised by my parents who preached setting goals. The act of setting goals, as instructed by my parents was something that not only resonated in me during my youth, but it still resonates with me to this day. Like many kids, at first my goals were on the smaller side: ride a bike, tie my shoes, etc., etc. As I grew, so did my goals. I find the loftier I set a goal, the more I pour into hitting it. I am careful not to make hitting a goal such a distraction that the people in my life become second fiddle or that hitting a perceived insurmountable goal becomes an idol. So how does one find balance?
When I first started this blog, I did so with one goal: to make it to a sports team’s press box. Why I thought I could do that, God only knows. I set out, and through trial and a lot of error, I was asked if I would be willing to cover the Columbus Blue Jackets from the press box. That was nearly a six-year endeavor.
I tried many different things and did work for several different media outlets, which allowed me to learn and figure out the how to and why. Until I hit the mark.
Now I have set yet another which, truth be told, seems daunting. But the way I approach goals is with a lot of quizzicalness and ambition running through me. At this point, setting massive goals is almost a drug for me. It is laying it out before God and asking for help, patience, perseverance, and calmness to encompass me.
My challenge for you is to set a massive goal and then begin to chip away at it. If you have set a big goal and hit it, I’d love to hear from you.
