I noticed the other day; I was thinking back to thoughts that I had as a teenager in High School. So many ambitions, so many goals, I always dared to dream.
But in the back of my mind, those were just dreams, I always knew that they required a lot of hard work. I regularly doubted if I was good enough to achieve them but my fear of failure was the drive that I needed to keep myself going. Was it the best fuel for goals? Probably not, but it worked for me, at the expense of other areas of course.
Now with the value of hindsight, I can look back and comfortably say that all those larger goals I had back then, I’ve been able to tick off.
The teenage version of me would be proud, but the version of me that exists today, it has adjusted in a manner where it becomes almost expected. But I look at my targets for the future and hope that I can reach those in a similar manner. Because those for me are even more challenging than the ones I have achieved thus far, but the only difference now is that I stopped and looked back and gained the confidence in knowing that I have a track record of achievement.
It’s funny how the treadmill of life works sometimes.