The trouble with asking me about my future goals is that I really don’t have any.
As I’ve mentioned before, I have no idea what I’m doing on this blue-white-and-brown planet we call home. I don’t have a plan; I have no inkling of where I’m supposed to be in the next few years or even the next few months. All I know is that I aim to be comfortable and content, if not happy; and I hope to god that I can find ways to extend that comfort and contentment to my loved ones.
I don’t think that’s what this challenge is asking for; I think it wants some CONCRETE goals that I can actually sink my teeth into, goals that have measurable results. I find it difficult to apply it to identifying my personal targets because I already feel like have my hands full from the targets I need to hit at work. Add any more to that (from my paralyzingly perfectionist self to boot!), and I might suffer a truly epic nervous breakdown that will drive me completely underground.
Any specific goal for the future I might have doesn’t have a time limit that pressures me into getting it done – which probably means that it won’t get done within my lifetime. Somehow, I don’t think that it will fly for the purpose of this challenge either. I can talk about wanting to write and publish at least one fantasy or romance novel, wanting to train other people to write better, wanting to be a book editor, wanting to stop biting my nails, and wanting to find ways to earn ridiculous amounts of money without having to work too hard.
But those aren’t goals. Those are dreams. And until I actually take some active steps towards making them happen, I really can’t call them my future goals.
Maybe I should start with doing the hardest bit, which is getting up the nerve to commit to at least one goal first. Maybe if I do that I’ll stop feeling so overwhelmed.