I love a good challenge.
Even more, if you don’t think I can do it, I’ll get a sick gleam in my eye that dares you to think so little of me and my motto becomes, “Watch me”.
I love this fire in me.
This drive to rise above that which others deem inappropriate or out-of-my-league.
I’m ALWAYS looking for the next big thing to grasp for, to reach for, to latch onto.
I treat goals in life like monkey bars on the playground. I could fall at any moment, but with each swing, the momentum brings my fingers ever closer to the next rung and the excitement in my chest rises, driving me onward.
Fortunately for me, I’ve had a lot to overcome in life, so I have rarely been without a goal. I’ve always been able to dig deeper into my past and start unraveling the tangled mess in my mind. Being a 30-something, recently widowed mother/PhD student has given me LOTS of goals.
I’m overwhelmed with how many rungs I have to swing to get across this one!
I often daydream of a time in my future where I will be content.
Not that I am discontent right now, but I have to strive for this contentment. I have learned to be content no matter the circumstances (thanks, Paul **wink**).
