This month I want to relay three memorable defining moments when I realized the incredible power of writing down my goals. Each time it happened, what I had been told and had learned about goal setting came to fruition in my life. The power of forming the goal, writing it down, and then believing it was possible made it come to fruition, even though in all three cases, I had not even looked at the paper the goal was written on again for years.
The first instance was Saturday, September 4, 1976, when I was 18 years old; I wrote something in my diary that I did not see again until I was 42 years old. In 1976 I had one and a half years of junior college under my belt and had spent the spring semester in Europe, mainly Paris. I was about to continue my education the following January at the University of Texas at Austin. On that day, I wrote (on my beloved electric typewriter in cursive font):
I’m going to really crack down in school. All the things my father has pounded into my head for years are finally beginning to make sense to me. He always said if I was a lawyer, I could probably do anything I wanted to do after that. I believe he is right. I still want to become an authority on art history, but I think if I can hack it through law school that would be the best thing for me. I could be independent and have my own career. I might also be interested in rape cases and women abuse cases. I think the law profession needs some compassion and more women. I think I can do it.
I did not ever look at this entry again until 24 years later, when I was moving and stumbled on that page while perusing some old paperwork. By that time, I was 42 years old and had been a lawyer for 17 years. I had worked my way through college and law school, become the first woman president of the Houston Young Lawyers Association, had done criminal law every morning for more than ten years, and had become a national children’s advocate through my bar association work. I also had started my own practice and had all the independence I ever wanted to have (and still do.) I had created a fulfilling and satisfying career for myself. I was part of the first wave of women entering the profession, which sure did need us. I had become a compassionate woman who was devoted to helping our profession.
The two key parts of the diary entry are when I said, “I believe he is right” and “I think I can do it.” My belief was strong. I believed in myself, and I believed in my father’s wise counsel. A strong affirmation of belief is required to make your goals happen.
Finding that page again after 24 years, I was overcome with emotion when I saw what I had written—long forgotten but so very powerful. I realized then the absolute power of writing down your goals. It puts your intentions out in the universe.
Jack Canfield, the co-creator of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books and my beloved mentor, recommends reinforcing the intentions stated in the goals by looking at them often, but I learned that day how powerful it was just to write it down and forget about it, too.
Another example of the power of writing down your goals occurred when I was working in a Jack Canfield personal growth program, and we were asked to make a list of 104 things we wanted to achieve. The list was comprised of all kinds of things from business to personal, financial to frivolous. I did not look at that list for about five years, but when I did, I was again shocked at how many of the goals I had achieved with so little conscious effort. Out of the 103 items, I had achieved about 45 of them. That is a pretty good number seeing as many of them were goals that would have required a lot of luck to achieve—like meeting Barbara Streisand. (On the other hand, I did meet the volleyball player and podcaster Gabrielle Reece, who is married to my surfer hero Laird Hamilton, at the Vosges chocolate store at Chicago O’Hare airport.)