I have big goals. I want to “retire” by 40. Really that just means I want the freedom to work on what I want to by then.

But nights like this really get me thinking what my real “goals” are.

I danced with my sons to George Strait while we cooked dinner. We sang, we laughed. Magical.

Those memories were put into their forever memory bank.

And isn’t that the ultimate goal? That my children will look back on their childhood with joy and gratitude—enough of it that they pass it along to their own children?

I don’t have all the answers yet, even as I chase after them. But I know that my children are my ultimate legacy.

I am changing the direction of my bloodline for generations to come.

Don’t lose sight of the ultimate goal. Talking to myself here.