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It's About That Time

"It's About that Time.  Time to Make a Change!  We are the People Who Can Do It."  When my son was about a year and half old this was his favorite song...  I don't even remember who sings it but it is part of who I am now.  When I'm gearing up to set goals and make some changes...

So here we go.  It truly is- about that time.  If it is going to happen then I have to put myself into God's hands and get with it.  This ongoing struggle in my life of make it happen or wait for God.  I used to think it was an either/or but I believe that waiting and working go hand in hand!

I parallel my front yard trees as I begin to shed, slow down and recharge my roots each November.  I try to have goals for each area of my life before the 15th of November.  Then I break them into  monthly goals by the end of the year.

Do I always meet my goals?...no.  But I'm further with them then without!  Last year I decided to track monthly my progress and next steps to discipline and hold me accountable.  

Taking the time to look back highlights those months that I spent an hour or two at the end of each month-as those were the months I moved toward my goals.

Evaluate the goals that not met for a few years and spend time reflecting.  Is this goal important to me?  What is keeping me from meeting it?  What goals do I recommit to?

  Being flexible and willing to change is key.  It is also important to me to remember that most of these areas of my life overlap and moving forward in one area...helps me in all areas!


The areas I set goals in:

Relationships with:
  • God
  • Husband
  • Boys
  • Family
  • Church/neighbors and community
  • Financial
  • Career/Professional Growth
  • Home and Garden
  • Health

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