Dreams and Goals

Just leave me here please…

Goals are good for the mind

People have goals in life. Goals are good things–attainable things. I have a goal of doing yoga most days of the week. I plan to build a new chicken coop so we can get more chicks next spring, really clean out the brush pile in the back yard, and redo the landscaping in the front yard. In my mind, you take an idea and plan it out; this creates a goal.

In my writing life, I have goals as well. I came to a happy place when I made my goal to have fun and enjoy writing just for me. There have been plenty of goals regarding A Chance Encounter in Pemberley Woods. Most of those have been checked off my list by now! But before these were goals, they were dreams.

Dreams feed the soul

You know what I’m talking about. Dreams are like a flower you imagine in your mind. Flowers are real, sure, but you might not ever actually see that flower. A dream in your soul is like a little burst of energy–something you can use to move forward, but not necessarily something you can plan for.

One dream of mine was to have something I wrote published. To have this dream realized still makes me shake my head in wonder. Did that really happen? It’s been an amazing experience.

Another dream came almost true for me today. Well, let me say that this dream turned into a goal. I spoke to a librarian today at my local branch, and we created a plan for how to get my book into circulation. Circulation in the library.

I’ll bask in the glow of this realized dream for some time. On rainy days, when it might be hard to get moving, I’ll take it out and remember it.

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