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What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?

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Hello dear friends,

I hope this blog finds you hale and hearty. Today, I want to reflect on an intriguing and thought-provoking question:

“What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?”

At first glance, it looks simple. But when I sat with it, I realized the hardest goals are not the ones that look impressive from the outside. They are the ones that shake you from within, that demand you to shed an old skin and step into the unknown.

And for me, that hardest goal was nothing less than reinventing myself—from a banker to an artist and writer.

A Life of Numbers and Routine

For over three decades, I lived a structured, predictable life as a banker. My world revolved around numbers, ledgers, accounts, and systems. It was steady and respectable, but deep down, I often felt an emptiness I couldn’t name.

The job gave me security, but not joy. Over time, monotony crept in like an invisible fog. I asked myself quietly: Is this how I want to spend the rest of my life?

That restless whisper grew louder until one day, I decided to take a leap. I opted for voluntary retirement.

At first, it felt liberating. But soon, a bigger question loomed: What now?

The Spark of a New Dream

The answer came to me unexpectedly. Around that time, my granddaughter started taking painting lessons. I often accompanied her to the art center, and while waiting, I would sit quietly, watching the artist at work.

There was something magical about those moments—the swirls of color, the freedom of expression, the way a blank canvas slowly came alive.

A thought struck me: Could I ever do this? Could I hold a brush and paint my own world?

At first, I dismissed it. After all, I was a retired banker, not a painter. But the idea wouldn’t leave me. One day, I finally asked the artist if it was too late for me to start. He smiled and said words that changed my life:

“Yes, you can. But you must remain consistent—no matter how small the steps.”

Those simple words lit a fire in me.

The Struggle of Reinvention

It might sound poetic now, but the journey was anything but easy. Picking up a brush or writing my first lines wasn’t the real challenge. The hardest part was battling my own doubts.

• Am I too old for this?
  – What if people laugh at me?
  – What if I’m not good enough?

The inner critic spoke louder than any external obstacle. Many days, I felt like quitting. Some paintings looked clumsy, some words felt lifeless. I compared myself to others and felt small.

But I kept reminding myself: Consistency is the key. Inspiration can carry you for a day, but only discipline can carry you for years.

Breaking Down the Impossible

At the beginning, even the thought of publishing a book or holding an art exhibition felt impossible. But I realized that the only way forward was to break the dream into smaller, gentler steps.

I began with short blogs and small poems instead of big manuscripts. I experimented with little sketches and canvases rather than worrying about exhibitions.

Each small success gave me courage. A finished poem, a painted canvas, a kind comment from a reader—these became milestones on my road. They weren’t grand achievements, but they were proof that I was moving.

And slowly, the impossible began to feel possible.

Lessons from the Hardest Goal

Looking back, my journey taught me lessons that no career in banking ever could:

1. Fear is natural, but it doesn’t define you.
   The unknown feels terrifying, but courage is simply the act of moving forward despite fear.
   
2. Small steps matter.
   Consistency builds mountains. Even ten minutes a day eventually turns into something remarkable.
   
3. Failure is not the end.
   Rejections, imperfect art pieces, or unfinished drafts are not signs of defeat. They are stepping stones.
   
4. Identity is fluid.
   I learned that you are never “too old” or “too late” to reinvent yourself. We are capable of becoming more than one thing in a lifetime.

The Fulfillment of Becoming

Today, when I look back, I realize the hardest part of this goal wasn’t learning how to paint or write. The hardest part was simply believing in myself enough to try.

And yet, that belief has given me the most fulfilling journey of my life. I no longer introduce myself only as a retired banker. I can now say with pride: I am an artist. I am a writer.

That shift in identity means more than any promotion or title I ever held. It has filled my life with purpose, creativity, and joy.

My Final Submission

So, when I think about the hardest personal goal I’ve ever set, I see it not as a single achievement but as a transformation. From numbers to colors, from monotony to imagination, from doubt to self-belief—this goal reshaped me completely.

And that, I believe, is the true beauty of hard goals. They’re not just about reaching a destination. They’re about the person you become along the way.

Dear friends, I encourage you to reflect on your own hardest goals. Don’t just think of the glamorous ones.

Think of the ones that tested you, humbled you, and shaped you. Because in the end, those are the goals worth remembering.

BE HAPPY… BE ACTIVE… BE FOCUSED… BE ALIVE

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