Pressing On

I did a little Netflix binge watching last night on one of my favorite shows. Jim was out of town so I splurged. It is one of those shows that has real life issues, drama that is sometimes bittersweet and often some tough stuff. I cry on every single episode and my husband just does not understand why I like it. I try to explain as I am slobbering all over the sleeve of my shirt, since the Kleenex is clear across the room and I don't want to miss one single thing to go get a tissue. I love that stuff and will cry even harder when I finish the series. Fortunately, at my age; I can start all over and it will be new again.  There was a scene on one of the episodes between an uncle and his niece. He was trying to encourage her to go after what she saw as impossible. A college interview that seemed so far out of her league and her reach. Somewhere, in her short life so far, she had convinced herself that she was a failure, that she had messed up so much she couldn't possibly la

I heard Shark Tanker Robert once say " A goal without a deadline is just a dream"... It stuck with me a bit. I have dreams. Things I want to do and see done before I leave this planet earth. But often times the voices in my head say... " nope, you can't do that",  "You could never do that",  "You don't know how to do that...who do you think you are?" Before I know it, I am believing that I can't do it or question whether it would it even make a difference if I did. So I don't set any goals or deadlines and then it becomes "just a dream".  I was running with Annie the other day and somehow I got to thinking of why I run or what made me start in the first place. I began running years ago as a research project for school. The one semester I took in college before I dropped out. It was a health class and I did a paper on fitness. As part of the research I began running a mile a day. I set goals, had a deadline and saw some r