Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on finish.
What happens when you get to the finish line?
All my life, I have set goals, destinations.
I live by them.
They are how I operate
how I manage my life
my day to day.
But, what happens when I complete that goal?
What happens when I cross that finish line?
The thing is, I always seem to forget to plan past the end.
I forgot that getting into college and moving away from home leaves a 21 year old kid with nothing to look forward to.
No goals to fulfill because I crossed my finish line.
And today, at 35, I find myself in the same place.
I didn't plan farther than my finish line and it has me lost.
Wondering what is next.
What to do,
where to turn,
how to manage.
Experiencing a loss because after I cross my finish line,
I never have a new plan,
a new goal,
a bigger race.
And it points out that I don't, can't dream big for me.
I can't see outside of the walls I create for me to see and find and realize what else is out there.
I set goals.
I set deadlines.
I set expectations for me.
I set schedules.
I set a pace.
I get to my finish line and I look around and I think
what comes next?