The other day, I found myself pondering what exactly are my life goals? Sure, I have plenty of things I want to do, but what are my real goals in life?
My #1 goal was pretty easy to admit…to be the couple that can stand up at a wedding and say they have been married over 50 years. I figure since I got married three weeks after my 21st birthday, it’s pretty doable. 70 is the new 50, right?
My #2 goal wasn’t much harder to decide but may prove much harder than making it 50 years without killing The Happy Hippy…to become a NYT best-selling author.
But beyond that, I wasn’t really sure. There are plenty of things I want to see/do/experience, but those aren’t really goals. Then I found this and it pretty much summed up the rest of my life…
