If you haven’t figured it out yet, I love me some goal setting. Even more than that, I love conquering those goals. The feeling of accomplishing something you’ve set out to do is really spectacular. But what about when you don’t achieve your goal? What about when you fail? Today I dive into why I’m not too upset about my most recent failure.
In 2015, one of my biggest goals was to finish reading the Bible. I had read many books of the Bible more than once, but there were others I hadn’t read at all, so I wrote out a list and set off to finish what I hadn’t read.
Needless to say, I failed.
In December, I realized that I had a few more books to read. Now, there are lots of strategies I should have used to keep this from happening, but I didn’t. I didn’t accomplish one of my most important goals.
Yesterday I finished reading Nehemiah chapter 13 and with it, I finished the entire Bible. I’m pretty happy about that. And I’m only about 3 months late…
When I stopped to think about this, I realized that I’m not upset about my failure. Will I try to learn from it to do better at following through with goals? Sure.
But here’s the thing. If I hadn’t set that goal, I’d probably be less than halfway to the point I’m at now. Without the direction, purpose, and motivation that the goal gave me, I would have likely not read nearly as much as I was able to with the goal in mind.
That’s the thing with goals. If you set your goals high, even if you fail, you’re way farther than you would be without that goal in mind.
There’s a saying that goes, “Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars!” Although that’s scientifically questionable, the idea is still a valuable one.
Dream big. I’d rather end up just short of a big goal than just short of a small one.
Now my question for you:
What do you need to dream bigger about?