I’ve seen a lot of stuff recently about setting goals. Much of it revolves around seeing where you’ll be in twenty five years.
The logic stems from the idea that if you can think something then you can achieve it.
Ask Mitt Romney how well that works, or Michael Dukakis, or anyone else who ran for president of the United Sates unsuccessfully.
I’ve been around too long to have much faith in this believism realism.
I don’t want to get stuck in the other extreme, either.
If I only look at what my life experience has been lately then my rut ain’t cheerful, neither.
Let’s see how un-rosy my life will be looking through that window of promise.
In 25 years I’ll be 80 years old and still living in apartment 3214. Okay, I won’t actually be able to afford that apartment by then, but I’ll be living in Clifford, my big red van, somewhere near there so I can still get my mail.
I’ll be tooling around Archgate Park with my walker since I’ll be too old to run any more.
I’m sure I’ll still have trash and dog piles to pick up since that’s proved to be a definite surety in my life.
If Texas has an open carry law on the books I may be shooting at the dog owners who don’t pick up after their pet. Those dogs can be trained…the people I’m not so sure about.
I’ll still have enough prayer books to build a prayer chair since I only sell or give away one a week.
The bankruptcy should be off my record from my failed business venture trying to help local businesses succeed.
I may have finished that first book I began writing almost nine years ago.
I’ll still be waiting for Barb to return to our promised shared life together. I’m determined to out-stubborn her on this issue to the glory of God.
And Rick Perry will be the president of the United State of Texas.
Wow. I don’t know where that last one came from. Yeah, it scared me, too.
I sure hope they have an effective anti-depressant drug by then because I feel like I need one now.
I’ve heard it said that too many people quit just before their big break hits. That’s what keeps me putting one foot in front of the other these days.
In reality I may still be able to jog without a walker. I might avoid bankruptcy even if the business venture fails. The trash and dog piles are another story I won’t go into here.
I could become a wildly successful author who Barb becomes attracted to again. Funny what money will do to change an outlook.
Whatever happens won’t be because of something I dreamed up on my own volition. No, the outcome will be totally dependent on God and His will for me.
I’ll press onward with the stewardship that’s been entrusted to me for my writing since I know this is all God’s idea to begin with.
The only thing I know for sure is I’ll end up in heaven someday with Jesus on the throne. That could happen before the next 25 years transpire.
Until then I’ll do my best to learn from these life experiences God is putting in my life to become more like Jesus Christ every day.
After all, all things are working together to that end according to Romans 8:28-29.
Keep smiling. Wade