It’s that time of year once again. The time we all say how much this passed year sucked and how ah-ma-zing this next year will be. Helloooo expectations!

I mean, we all know how this plays out by now, right?

We proclaim huge goals whether they be physical, financial, career oriented - whatever. We state them loud and clear to the world. Jan 1-8 we are ROCKING AND ROLLING. Then… Life. A job. A weekend away.

Things happen and 3 months down the road we’re left with nothing but that glimmer of an idea we once had to be better, to do more, to be more.

Instead of having that dream life we created for ourselves on Dec. 31, we’re left with the guilt of letting it go and many times the shame that comes along with telling everyone we know how we’re going to xyz in [insert year here].

If you're into Mel Brooks or even Steve Carrell you might be giggling right now thinking of the ridiculous nature of a spy who is socially awkward and ill equipped. Go on, have a giggle...

Ok now onto the real story here...

Last week we talked about the different between intentions and goals. If you missed that post, read that first. 

When we set intentions it's really easy to think of something that is just beyond our reach. We think of the things we want, but we don't really give much time or energy into what it will take to get there. 

How often have you wanted something and only been able to see it as a massive mountain ahead of you?

How many goals have you given up because it was just too much to even think about?

If you're human, there have probably been a lot. And every time someone talks about manifesting your dreams you probably want to shake the sh*t out of them.