I was out with a couple of people on Friday night (yeah, even after I wrote that post on being exhausted and wanting to stay in) and one of the guys asked me what my goal was in life. I couldn’t think of anything. Honestly, my goals are pretty simple. I want be of benefit to others, to enjoy what I do, to love and be loved, and such. I don’t have a real tangible goal, like making a million before I’m 40 or marrying Mr. Right or becoming famous. Okay, thinking about it, my goals are way more realistic and down-to-earth than those.
And I am sort-of famous, in an anonymous sort of way. See if you can make sense of that. That’s all I’m saying about it!
Are goals more a male thing, perhaps? I did have one goal that I have til April to finish, but I am not blogging on it. Although I just did.
I just thought of a tangible goal – to finish my epic poem project. That is totally possible. I really should get on that sucker.