I wrote a list of goals last week. And I mean real goals, not just the flowery ones that make me look like a good person. No, this list included both the passions of my heart for humanity and the desires of my heart for myself. As I was compiling this list, I realized my goals for myself have changed drastically in my late twenties. The things I jotted down for myself were far more directed and purposed in the same direction. Apparently, I have grown up over the years.