The Gift of a Goal

My birthday is approaching in just 2 weeks.  My daughter asked me the other day what I wanted for my birthday, and I replied that at my age, I already have it all.  It is true, that over the years, I’ve received all of the things I dreamed of having as a child.  I’ve had my financial windfalls, and been blessed by the generosity of others.

Indeed, my life overflows with abundance, so it feels difficult to tell someone who loves me to rush out to the store and wrap another gift on my behalf.  In fact, I would prefer that I not receive any physical presents, as I am actively pursuing a life of less.

As I reflected upon my response to my daughter, I questioned myself.  Did I want nothing for my birthday?  The answer was a resounding no.

I want a lot of things.  I want more of myself back.  I want to move closer to my aspirational self.  I want to bring back the things that give me joy, and move forward with pursuing what I value.  I want something big, and that thing is a new goal.

Removing distractions from my life has brought clarity to what I value most.  For me, that is friendship, community, creativity, intellect, simplicity, nourishment, fun, challenge, adventure, and movement.  In a nutshell, running.

My love affair with running is a long one, but one that I have put on the back burner for several years.  Perhaps it was fatigue or overwhelm or just plain boredom that led me to step away for a while.  I can feel running calling me back again, and now it is time to lace up my running shoes.

I have my sights on the next race, and I can tell you that setting a big goal energizes me more than any present I have ever unwrapped.

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