Literally, stairs are tedious.

I go out of my way to avoid them.

If I can cram my arms as full as I can to minimize the need for repeatedly climbing them, I do it.

Let’s be real, I only enjoy stairs of the metaphoric kind.

As it is the start to a brand new year, I have set spanking new goals!  I love goals. Fresh, hopeful, SHINY. Motivation to get up and get movin’ and shakin’ in the morning. Metaphorical stairs.

A friend of mine recently took a look at my goals and freaked. “Girrrrl, you crazy? This would stress me out!”

She chooses much tamer goals.

If it helps her to reach hers, good for her!

For some, setting goals with a high reach is terrifying. For me it is exhilarating.

Goal oriented girl, here.

It works for me.

We all have different perspectives and approaches to goal setting. For me, setting a goal is a practice in visualization. Not only am I working toward getting something I want to accomplish, but I also get to see where I’m going. Even though I’m working one stair at a time just like anybody else, I also like to see myself at the top of that staircase–strikin’ a pose.  

Picturing the top of those stairs motivates me to do the work to get there faster. However, setting them high doesn’t always mean I reach them.

I’m okay with that.

They are my goals.

I control them.

I can write, rewrite, shrink, or grow my goals as I see fit.

I can change or delete them altogether.

I think the difference in how we see setting goals is that I see them as a support to my dreams, not a dictation hindering movement.  I decide how punitive I want to be to myself if I don’t make them. I decide the rewards I receive if I achieve them.

They are mine.

And they are there for me to succeed.

So, why would I fear them?