you’re really setting goals for yourself.
Yesterday I was sitting at my kitchen table looking over a rubric for a paper I have to write when it hit me- I have achieved every goal I’ve ever set for myself. How many people can say that??
When I was little girl (I’m talking around 3 years old and up), I preferred to play with boy toys; race cars, Tonka trucks, toy guns and tools. One of my favorite things to do was play in a sandbox my dad built in my bedroom; with my dump trucks. My mom bought me all the girl shit like dolls, Barbies, a kitchen and all the supplies… I did play with those things but when I did, I destroyed them. I’d “operate” on my dolls, cut my Barbies hair off making them all punk-rockers and my kitchen….well it was kept spotless because I had all the dishes outside in the mud!! I never cared too much about make-up, clothes or accessories. I basically had my own dorky style.
As I’ve said in previous posts, I was in love with anything public service. Early in life I was exposed to firemen, police officers, medics and news reporters: My mom worked the graveyard shift at Dunkin Donuts. These good men and women inspired me to become one of them with their heroic stories. When I was little I wanted to be a fire fighter when I grew up. I also wanted to be a journalist, a nurse and I wanted to be a police officer—
I became a Fire Medic and I’m a decent writer. I have earned my SRNA, became a partner and GM at a successful business… I’ve traveled around the globe and I have lived all over the US. And soon, I will have my degree in Criminal Justice. That’s pretty flippin’ AWSOME!
Sadly this world defines success by the size of ones’ house, the year of ones’ car, a career choice and social status. At one time I defined success the same way. But looking at the goals I’ve achieved I’d have to say that success is defined by standing on top of the stars I once wished upon.