I love goals. Making goals is my idea of fun. I can spend hours coming up with extensive lists of things I want to do, while successfully avoiding doing any actual things. I love goals like I love deadlines. To paraphrase Douglas Adams, I love the whooshing sound they make when they fall by the wayside.
Not completing those goals probably doesn’t bother me as much as it should. I have issues with accountability. We’re all works in progress, though, amiright? Continue reading