A goal starts with a thought you can’t shake.

Something you keep coming back to.

At first, it's exciting.

Then it gets uncomfortable.

Because goals ask questions,

demand effort,

and expose excuses.

You imagine the end result,

but you forget the middle part.

The boring days.

The slow progress.

The moments where quitting makes sense.

But slowly, you realize something.

It’s not chasing the goal that changes you.

It’s who you become while trying to reach it.

More disciplined.

More aware.

More honest with yourself.

So when you think about your goal,

are you in love with the idea of it,

or are you willing to live the process

that comes with it?