Another 500 words. Twice in one day. In one hour. Okay, here it goes.
One of the writing prompts given on the 500 Words Every Day (500WED) challenge was to “write about your goals and your desires” That was interesting to me.
First of all, goals don’t always have a connection to desires. They just aren’t the same thing. So I thought that pairing the two together in the same question was odd. But this is a challenge and some sweet soul was kind enough to put together a list of writing prompts and so I’m just thankful for that.
And to be honest, the prompt did make me feel challenged to examine my own goals. (Which I haven’t done yet, but maybe I’ll write about those in another 500WED challenge.) I think that will be an important exercise for me because I honestly have no idea what any of my goals would be. I used to have goals. Lots of them. But I don’t know that I have any right now. I think I went into survival mode at some point a while back and I just sorta got stuck here. So I’m just kind of drifting on autopilot and not really heading in any specific direction. That’s scary.
It also made me think about my desires. What are my desires? What would I like to do? Hmm. Another good question. That led me to wondering things like: What do I enjoy doing? What do I wish I could do? Is there something new I’d like to learn? All of these are things I haven’t really given much thought to lately – or ever.
I can’t imagine that I’m alone in this. But, I just sort of do life everyday. You know how it is, right? You just get up, go to work, come home, cook, clean, do your other various adult responsibilities, go to bed, wake up, repeat. Every. Single. Day. I don’t know when that happened though. I’m trying to think back to a time when it wasn’t like this. But I can’t, for the life of me, remember a time that every day was different and adventurous and exciting. I mean, I can think of days that had an element of excitement but not a time in my life where my days were full of it.
I got stuck in the mundane somehow. I’m stuck in a rut where my life has become ordinary and plain and I don’t even have to think to get through a day because they’re all the same.
And I know full well that that is no way to live. It’s not the way that God intended for me to live, that’s for certain. God created me with a dreamer’s heart. He made me for some special purpose…and never intended for me to live an ordinary life.
So, I need to fix that.
The good news is that I don’t think it’s too late. I’ve got a few good years left in me and I’m sure I’ve got a few good dreams left in me too. I just may need to do some digging around to rediscover them. But that’s alright, I’m up for that.