Most goals are starting points...not finish lines.

Tonight I chatted with a good friend of mine who is having a difficult time adjusting to a new city. It's not a homesickness, but a soul sickness. 

If you've ever had a dream that wasn't all it was cracked up to be, then you probably know the feeling I'm talking about. You set a goal and worked really hard to get there. And in the meantime, life happened. So when you finally did reach that goal, you didn't feel how you thought/hoped you'd feel.

But gosh, that's a beautiful revelation, hey?

You just spent days/months/weeks/years walking toward something, which left you no time to worry about the other little things. The little things that influenced why your life today is so different from your life a year ago. Your dream pulled a martyr move: it was a shield for worry bullets. Look behind you...what worries did your dreams take so that you could enjoy your day-to-day LIFE?

Sometimes goals are reached because you're meant to reach them. And sometimes goals are the beautiful beginning of a different direction.