I’m reviewing goals from this year.
I’ll be honest: on paper, the my results don’t look good.
I set about twenty overarching goals.
Out of those twenty goals, I’m still actively pursuing three or four.
In school, 15% completion would not a good GPA make.
So you would think I’d feel a little chagrined about goals this year. Lazy, unproductive, unsuccessful.
Except the three or four goals that I pursued whole-heartedly?
They were whizzbangers.
Nuclear whizzbangers.
For instance.
At the beginning of the year, I committed to writing an e-book by December. I didn’t even know what kind of e-book—I just knew it sounded exciting and scary and challenging and like something that would help me grow as an artist.
As I started writing it, I poked back into my past, looking at old family patterns and my experience in high school youth group.
That led me to realize how much healing I needed.
I went to get therapy. I started reaching out to people I love and having hard, hard, hard conversations.
I started grieving the past, and fully experiencing my anger about what had happened, and also feeling freed and unburdened and connected in new ways to loved ones.
I am not overstating things when I say I felt like Eustace on Dragon Island, with my whole identity being ripped off my back. Then I was thrown into a pool with my tender skin on fire from the shock.
I came up gasping and realized I was ALIVE, hopeful, free, transformed.
Guys: I can’t share all the details of last year, because it’s not all my story, and I’m not ready. But it has been epic. Not because of what I accomplished, but because of what got unleashed.
All that from a little idea about an e-book.
And that’s not to mention the book itself, and the other creative projects it led to, and my renewed connection to making art with pen and paper and the ways it transformed my attitude to faith and the Bible, and the ways it connected me with other writers and creative people.
One goal.
It’s insane.
I abandoned the seventeen other goals without regrets. They were nice, safe quiet aspirations like buying a love seat to replace the foam pad we sit on in our reading nook. I mean, having furniture is nice, right?
Except when your past is rising up from the ashes like a phoenix as your dragon skin gets ripped off your body, after which you plunge into a cold pool of soul renewal, you don’t feel like browsing for couches.
Who cares about couches?
I abandoned seventeen goals because I was on a rocketship and could only just manage to hang on.
This is what I want you to know about goals: it’s not about getting things done. It’s not about checking things off the list like a teacher’s pet. It’s not about tidy outcomes and productivity.
It’s about committing to a handful of things that scare you. Things your heart is longing for. Things you have always wanted to do. It’s about honoring your yearning.
And the best news, at least for me, is that the goal itself is almost beside the point. It’s not up to you to figure out how one goal will transform your life. It’s just up to you to pay attention to what makes you nervous and excited, and commit to showing up in the teensiest way, even when you’re scared.
Because the rocket that will fling you across your known universe? It’s powered by something grander, greater, and more powerful than you. A goal is simply an ignition switch; it sets off a chain reaction that ends with you in another dimension.
Tammy
Wow, I got goosebumps reading this. God wants us whole and Jesus wants to meet us in that place that hurts so bad. I experienced something similar last year while reading Bonnie Gray’s ‘Spiritual Whitespace’. A few chapters into the book I found myself hyperventilating and experiencing such anguish; pain that I had squashed down deep for almost 50 years. It’s scary, but God is so faithful and He was right there with me as I revisited and acknowledged all the hurt and did the grieving that was long overdue. Wishing you the best for 2015!
Heather Caliri
Wow–THAT sounds like a book worth reading. Amen: God DOES want us to be whole. It’s us that are too scared to change 🙂 I pray for continuing healing for you and me! And thank you for confirming I’m not the only one that experiences this 🙂
Kari Wilhite
So excited for you, Heather! And I sojourn along with you…facing my past stuff in wholeness has been the hardest and most liberating thing ever. I never knew this freedom existed until the bottom dropped out from under me. I accept that dark days will come still, but this freedom of selfhood, walking with safe friends and should-to-shoulder with Jesus makes all the difference. I can lament that this didn’t happen sooner than now, in my early 40’s, but God had this timing for His purposes. And I am grateful. Here’s to 2015!
Heather Caliri
Yes–I have a hard time not lamenting seeing/changing/healing sooner too. But when I look back I see that I only just now have the tools to really handle the change I needed. His timing, his purposes, exactly. I’m holding out my fist to you for a little bump of solidarity 🙂