What Is Your Quest?
Aug 30th, 2007 by lisa
It’s an interesting question, whether or not you’re trying to cross a bridge over the Gorge of Eternal Peril.
I was thinking about defining goals this morning. Because since leaving my job I’ve had to redetermine my direction now. I had a goal to stay there for a few years, gain experience and use is it to further myself in other areas of my life. But when that train derailed and left the tracks, I realized I was going to have to strike out on my own through the woods and find my own way home.
Wow. Was that a metaphor? I didn’t know I could do metaphors.
But seriously. Once I was on an the Amtrak, and a train ahead of us derailed. We were stuck in the middle of northern Montana for most of the morning, and surrounded by lush dark woods that beckoned me to get lost in them. So it’s not really a metaphor, it’s an actual life experience. Or something.
Um sorry, where was I?
Oh yes. My Quest. Well, for today, I want to finish my dress and jewerly for a tea party I’ve been invited to, watch a movie that I’ve had from Netflix for almost a week now, and finish a very important sketch that I should have finished already.
Long term goals. Hmmm. Well, aside from becoming independently wealthy, reversing the aging process and opening a sanctuary for zillions of unwanted cats and dogs, I don’t really have any solid long-term goals. I’d like to be able to do yoga really well. I’d like to have a house of my own, with a garden and lots of land around it. I’d also like to visit Prague, Scotland, Ireland and New Zealand. I used to want to go to Burning Man, but that I hear they’re going commercial and it’s lost it’s appeal for me now.
Sorry, rambling again.
See? This is what happens when I try to make plans. I get distracted by stuff. Well, I get distracted by nearly everything. It makes setting and achieving goals very difficult.
Does anyone else have this much trouble with plans and goals?
“Does anyone else have this much trouble with plans and goals?”
Lord, yes. I’ve pretty much given up making any long-range plans (of course, it helps that at 57, I don’t have *that* much long-range time left to deal with). I’m working on my garden, such as it is, which is *definitely* a long-range project. I’d like to lose some weight so my knees won’t hurt all the time. I want to start walking again, but I’m waiting until the weather’s a bit cooler—I don’t think 90 degrees is ideal for someone who’s overweight and generally out of shape. Learn to knit something other than long strips of garter stitch. Other than that, I’m just living. Come to think of it, that’s what I’ve always done, which is probably why I’m neither rich, famous, nor beautiful—they were all too much trouble and required serious planning.