Letter To My Goals

Darling goals of mine,

Woah. There's a whooooole bunch of you this year.
But as a good parent I must say: 'Fear not, little ones! I love you all the same.'

Some of you have been around for a long while now, since as long as I remember anything, really.
Some of you have been in my life from day 1. And you may never come to fruition, or at least - you may not come to fruition in the way I envisioned you as a three year old. (I like to think I evolved since. And in some ways I have... but in other ways oh how I long to be a three year old once again!)

Some of you are new to the game, fresh off the boat, green as cucumbers.
You are excited and eager to please, and boy do I have plans for you! I wrote you down, put you in my calendar and soon you will be posted on the wall for a giant reminder to keep you in my heart throughout the coming year. 

But old or new - the way to you will not be easy.
It never is. It involves shifts and turns, and disappointments and surprises... And you may look very different when I meet you face to face. But I like to think that it'll be worth it. That the sense of accomplishment and fulfillment of paving my way to you will be worth whatever hurdle awaits us. 

I hope SO VERY MUCH that you'd be there.
You'd welcome me with open arms when I'll show up to your door. 
And until then... maybe send me words of encouragement every once in a while?
Maybe whisper in my ear 'you are ready' and 'fear not' and 'What do you have to lose?' 
Or show up in my dreams with a welcome greeting and piece of the puzzle of your great reveal? 
Or knock on my head every once in a while, remind me of your desired existence.

Or just stay patient dear goals, we shall have our glorious rendezvouz soon...

Love,

Moi.