Every now and again I, like many, find myself contemplating where I’ve been, where I’m at and where I am going. With the many past accomplishments and present hope that comes to mind, so does a great deal of failure and fear. Sometimes when looking back I could seriously vomit at the humiliation, face planting and what feels like a waste of life. Then again, I am still here. I have a pulse and a purpose, a desire to continue moving forward. Success in happiness is written on my loved ones’ faces, the walls of my beautiful home and in my every step as I dance on in this ever-changing world, with my ever-changing plans.
Personal goals, dreams, plans are a necessity in life. They aren't selfish. They're human. They're key. To exist without any desire to better one’s self, experience new things and places or anything beyond simply surviving would put quite the cramp in evolution. It’s nature to think for you and do for you. In turn we rub off on others; our changes create greater changes for people- as do theirs for us, taking some and leaving some as we go along. We evolve as a whole while working on ourselves… or so this is my take.
Now with all that said, I have to examine how often my personal goals weren’t my goals at all, but someone else’s. You know, those times when another didn't healthily rub off on you, but actually consumed you and your purpose. All the while working to better ourselves, there are times we latch on to expectations or even mere suggestions and wind up living out (sometimes suffering to obtain) dreams that we didn’t necessarily desire to begin with. The battle in whether to push on or give up lies in the fear of ridicule and/or disappointment in others.
Unhappy marriages, forcing ourselves to connect to people we can’t stand, jobs we despise, breaking the bank for crap we don’t even want or need, dolling up to resemble the latest cover of Vogue, molding our kids to fit their peers standards, running with those assholes, the Jones’s- who don’t give a damn about us... One big ugghh for me, still very fresh in my mind and my monthly bill statements, is that run at school that quickly became more of a pain than a pleasure, yet I continued on because I was going to prove a point to those who said I couldn’t do it; those who said/say I never complete anything I start- words that came to mind, again, not too long ago as I was teetering on the edge of jumping into an extremely restricted and daunting lifestyle in order to carry out my once announced plans to compete on stage.
Words, shmords. Expectations? Never again.
I am rather fond of my marriage, my unique children, the cheap Kia that I drive, the few close connections I have, spending half my days with my hair standing straight up and living a life completely abstract to my neighbors. I don’t want to be a nurse like I once did, nor a psychologist, a writer, a fitness competitor or miserably compressed for the sake of anybody… Today I am good with being a mother, a wife, a receptionist, occasional blogger, someone who initiates healthy eating and hits the gym hard every day because it makes me feel incredible, someone in the works of getting certified to help save lives in a different way because my heart desires such, someone laughing, dancing, learning, progressing. Today I am in control of my own destiny- knowing tomorrow my direction and desires may change completely and I am perfectly okay with that as long as it’s because of me… as long as I have a dream- my dream.
“Don't live down to expectations. Go out there and do something remarkable….” –Wendy Wasserstein
Personal goals, dreams, plans are a necessity in life. They aren't selfish. They're human. They're key. To exist without any desire to better one’s self, experience new things and places or anything beyond simply surviving would put quite the cramp in evolution. It’s nature to think for you and do for you. In turn we rub off on others; our changes create greater changes for people- as do theirs for us, taking some and leaving some as we go along. We evolve as a whole while working on ourselves… or so this is my take.
Now with all that said, I have to examine how often my personal goals weren’t my goals at all, but someone else’s. You know, those times when another didn't healthily rub off on you, but actually consumed you and your purpose. All the while working to better ourselves, there are times we latch on to expectations or even mere suggestions and wind up living out (sometimes suffering to obtain) dreams that we didn’t necessarily desire to begin with. The battle in whether to push on or give up lies in the fear of ridicule and/or disappointment in others.
Unhappy marriages, forcing ourselves to connect to people we can’t stand, jobs we despise, breaking the bank for crap we don’t even want or need, dolling up to resemble the latest cover of Vogue, molding our kids to fit their peers standards, running with those assholes, the Jones’s- who don’t give a damn about us... One big ugghh for me, still very fresh in my mind and my monthly bill statements, is that run at school that quickly became more of a pain than a pleasure, yet I continued on because I was going to prove a point to those who said I couldn’t do it; those who said/say I never complete anything I start- words that came to mind, again, not too long ago as I was teetering on the edge of jumping into an extremely restricted and daunting lifestyle in order to carry out my once announced plans to compete on stage.
Words, shmords. Expectations? Never again.
I am rather fond of my marriage, my unique children, the cheap Kia that I drive, the few close connections I have, spending half my days with my hair standing straight up and living a life completely abstract to my neighbors. I don’t want to be a nurse like I once did, nor a psychologist, a writer, a fitness competitor or miserably compressed for the sake of anybody… Today I am good with being a mother, a wife, a receptionist, occasional blogger, someone who initiates healthy eating and hits the gym hard every day because it makes me feel incredible, someone in the works of getting certified to help save lives in a different way because my heart desires such, someone laughing, dancing, learning, progressing. Today I am in control of my own destiny- knowing tomorrow my direction and desires may change completely and I am perfectly okay with that as long as it’s because of me… as long as I have a dream- my dream.
“Don't live down to expectations. Go out there and do something remarkable….” –Wendy Wasserstein
Mandie Ursenbach