Goal...

Watching the finals of the World Cup with my husband, who is of Argentine descent, we cheered, screamed and prayed our team into winning. Our pleading probably had nothing to do with their ultimately prevailing. But who knows? Maybe millions of people visualizing Messi winning his first World Cup does have some sway. They won in kicks remember.  

Yet, it made me wonder, why don't we ever cheer ourselves on?

Now maybe some people do cheer themselves on; I suppose that what's mantras are for. But when someone's nominated for an award, that is typically when they start praying to the universe. Wishing. Hoping. 

Perhaps we should urge ourselves on earlier. In the doing phase. We should imagine our success. The reaching of the goal. The results of the endeavor coming to fruition. I've been doing this more and more lately. Some might call it daydreaming, however, it's more concrete than that.

You see, merging the heart and mind can create magic. Faith is a powerful tool. I truly believe one can achieve whatever their goal is, no matter how lofty.

Yes, I could be a Quixote like girl tilting at windmills, or I could believe in the impossible dream. And it could come true.