At the end of my closet purge, I found the one journal I never throw away.
It held every goal I’d written since 2008.
I had categories like family, health, love, friends, career, finances, personal development.
I wrote down things like train as a yoga teacher, become debt free, daily affirmations like ‘life is easy’, India 2012.
One day, probably around 2011, I was lying on my osteopath’s treatment bed, and he was asking me how my plans to India were coming.
Initially, I was confused.
Then I laughed and said, “I got so busy, I forgot all about my hopes and dreams.”
I still haven’t gone. Or become a yoga teacher.
At the time, it felt funny.
Looking back, it feels more revealing.
The truth was, I’d prioritized the goals that were easier to justify:
Earning money.
Getting promotions.
Going back to university for an MBA.
The dreams that nourished me were always waiting patiently for “someday.”
