A little over three years ago I was in Chicago. I was there to attend a professional skills class in development – or, how to ask for gifts to be a really successful fundraiser. It was given by a terrific institute and a guy I’ve always found pretty amusing who is something of a guru in my now previous profession.
I used to
be sent to attend all kinds of training courses. Sales, managerial, motivational, worthless. Been to them all. Most of the time they ask you to write down your goals for a few years from now and tell you, with great intent, to go make it happen! You now have the tools to do it! Rah! Team.
This course ended in a similar fashion, but with much more direct application. We were asked to address an envelope to ourselves. We were then asked to write on a piece of paper what our ultimate goal or life would be like three years from then. I did as I was told and handed them my envelope.
And haven’t thought about it since. Until today. When it arrived in my mailbox.
When I saw the envelope and my handwriting, I knew exactly what it was. But for the life of my I couldn’t remember what was inside. I made several guesses – all were wrong. But here is what it said:
To be retired and enjoying life with my family. To be volunteering and serving on boards that serve my personal interests and causes.
Apparently, I had a plan. And I even wrote it down.