And Dear stumblers upon this blog,
I have learned something.
BIG.
Goaling makes me happy.
It gives me purpose.
It helps me know who I am because I know where I want to Go.
Ha. Or at least where I am trying to go.
By goaling I mean. The active process of recognizing. "Oh, yes, I would like to be be better." and then making plans to change.... then going about actually changing. What usually happens: A brilliant idea. A desire to act. Then a forgetting of the brilliant idea within the next few minutes.
Last Wednesday, a story was shared by a sweet lady at institute and she explained that every Sunday, when a young man takes the sacrament, he takes those precious moments to reflect on his... goals!? He ponders... considers how he acted. What that changed about Him. And then, with the direction of the Holy Spirit, would go and make new goals. Throughout his days, he'd check up/report to the Big Man upstairs. Until the following Sunday, when he'd report, again, to the Lord.
Quite struck by this concept, I decided to give it a go.
It has already changed my life.
I made little goals, well, just one really.
So i wouldn't forget.
Go to bed from 10:30-11 each night. Yes. Most of the time I am in bed just after the time set, yes, sometimes it takes me a while to fall asleep. But I feel myself getting better. Having more productive mornings, and more productive days, and a more productive life.
SO. DAS MY TWO CENTS.
Goal-setting is a part of the Gospel.
And Here is my latest Jam. We bond over our last names.
