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Why Create Goals When You’re Going to Fail?
They seem like a sure-fire recipe for disappointment.
It seems like I’m surrounded by goal-oriented people. Which is, in all honesty, an oddity.
But it’s a pleasant one! I watch, transfixed, as they set out their goals: for the next month, the next six months, the next year, the next five years. All written out in neat and perfect bullet points. Not only do they know exactly where they want to go, but they know every step that it’s going to take to get them there, bada bang, bada boom.
They know each step, and all of the steps required for each step, and now that they have it written down, it’s just a matter of doing it. They’re sitting over here planning world domination, one step at a time, and it’s all easy, peasy, lemon squeezy.
And let me be clear. I’m not speaking from a place of bitterness or scorn. I’m in awe, wondering how the hell they do it.
I’m sitting over here in my tie-dye shirt, not entirely sure what day today is, or where I’m going to be tomorrow. Alive? Probably. Mentally well? Maybe. Physically well? Comme ci, comme ça. Energetic, driven, and well-rested? No.
But, hey, I am definitely alive. That’s got to count for something, right?
