I’m not sure how you feel about goals. I, unabashedly, love them.
This will come as no surprise to readers of my personal blog, where I’ve been faithfully sharing my monthly goals for over a decade. Nor to readers who know what I do for a living.
I love goals, the habits that grow out of them, and a big-picture vision because — no matter the circumstances, no matter the year — I’ve done more of what matters and been a better wife, mom, friend, and follower of Jesus with them than I would have been without them. My life is richer, more joyful, and more purposeful because of the goals that have shaped it, and that goodness overflows to the people I love.
Perhaps you don’t feel the same way. (Yet — if you stick around long enough, I hope to convince you :)) Maybe, to you, goals feel trite, or futile, or stressful.
But if it’s true, as Justin Whitmel Earley writes in Habits of the Household, that “we become our habits, and our kids become us” — that who our children are becoming is tightly connected to who we are becoming — then we might see the idea of personal improvement, and habits and goals, in a new light.