I recently had a conversation about Goals. I, with quite frankness, told a friend that I "didn't have any of those things." I wasn't trying to elicit a response. I was just being truthful.
Okay, I suppose everyone has some goals–goals with a small "g." A goal of mine is to keep my job. A goal is to spend less and save more. But, those aren't Goals, ya know?
I know at one point I had some Goals, but I can't seem to find those darned things anywhere! And, truth be told, I'm sure I wouldn't want to find them. Most likely they would be haze-of-college goals, which means they are built on little more than haze…or pot…or whatever. (I had better press on from here; I'd hate this to become a "college angst" post!)
Now, I'm not saying that I'm happy about not having any Goals. That would just be sad. I just don't have any.
Which brings me to the point of this post. I have gotten two pieces of advice regarding Goals:
One friend said, "You should make 'Getting a Goal' your Goal." Now that's ridiculous. (Not to mention a vicious loop of logic.)
Another friend said, "Goals are not acquired. Goals are born." Yikes! That's pretty depressing. (And if I think something is depressing…)
So, I put it to you, dear commenter, "What's the deal with Goals, anyway?" I know I'm supposed to have some of those things, but–too bad–I don't.
