Whenever I hear anyone talking about setting goals, I feel guilty. (Disclaimer: I also feel guilty about global warming, the growing economic disparity, racial intolerance, child abuse, unneutered pets, and the Johnstown Flood.)
I never really got the whole point of the thing. If I set my goals too high ("Become tall."), I'll fail. If I set them too low ("Get out of bed in the morning."), well, that's not really a goal, is it? It's more of a lifestyle choice.
At this stage of my life, longterm goals have become irrelevant. Twenty years from now, there's a large probability all that will be left of me is a name on some posters in the BFT lobby. If I am still around, then, okay, I'll go ahead and make "Get out of bed in the morning" an actual goal. But don't expect much.
Rather than goals, I divide my life into two categories:
Stuff I Gotta Do
Stuff I Wanna Do
and try to create a balance between them. Although, to be honest, the SIWD almost always takes precedence. "Duh," you say. But, here is my Cosmic Reasoning why Wanna times are better than Gotta times. The Gotta times (work, housework, bill paying, etc.) pretty much always follow a similar, predictable pattern, while Wanna times (doing plays/improv, seeing my kids, hanging with friends, etc.) always are an unknown adventure and rarely turn out exactly the way I expect. It's that World of Who Knows What Will Happen that turns life into Life, and, since my finite life is getting finiter every day, my goal is to scoop up as much Life as I can.
Well, look at me...
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