We put so much freaking pressure on our goals.
More specifically, whether we achieve them.
Whether it’s to lose weight.
Hit a lift PR.
Get a health marker within a certain range.
Maybe it’s completely unrelated to physical health.
A career goal.
Something even related to a hobby.
We can put such a strong emphasis on whether we make it happen.
Or we fail.
And that’s it.
Nothing else matters.
That determines how we feel about our efforts.
Yet most of these successes or failures are simply based on moments.
That exact moment when we check our weight.
That moment when we try the lift.
Have our blood drawn.
Ask for the promotion.
Take the test.
We look to those moments alone to validate our efforts.
Completely overlooking the days, weeks, and months leading up to those moments.
The blood, sweat, and tears going into the preparation.
All to look at one moment.
What about everything we learned leading up to it?
All the ways we grew?
The person we became as we tackled one obstacle after another?
When we wanted to quit but we didn’t?
When we saw the challenge before us and we said “bring it”?
Do we throw these away?
To look at only a single moment?
Whatever the goal.
Whatever the outcome.
That moment when you succeed or fail.
It’s nothing compared to the preparation, the planning, the process of making it happen.
Getting there, not being there, is what you’ll remember.
What shapes who you are.
You might miss a target.
Fall short of a goal.
Fail a test.
Yet how you feel about it is completely up to you.
You can always keep growing.
Always keep learning.
Putting in the work.
Moving toward the life you deserve.
So long as you’re moving.
You’ve got this.