Being Intentional

The first couple months of a new year always holds so much potential and leaves me drawing up a to-do list and creating new goals.  Today is no different.  And while I'm drinking my tea and blogging and trying to decide what I want to get out of this month, I can't help but think of past months where I've had such high expectations that I did not even come close to reaching.

And I can't help but think it was because I wasn't intentional. 

It's easy to say I want to be a good wife, or a good mom,  or a good blogger, or a good employee.  It's easy to say I want to read more, or be outside more, or make more time for whatever I need to make more time for.  But actually doing it is a completely different story.

Sometimes I feel like getting excited about life and making new goals and dreaming new dreams and writing them all down is enough. 

But it's not.

It's easy to have dreams.

It's hard to follow them.

This year I am going to be intentional.

I'm going to be intentional about living my life.  I'm going to be intentional about following my dreams and goals.  I am going to wake up with a purpose and follow that purpose all throughout the day, so that the last day of the year looks a lot like the I hoped it would on the first.