I admire people who set clear, concise, specific goals; develop a plan to achieve those goals; implement said plan and experience success.
It’s a beautiful thing.
I think I can count the number of times when I’ve done that successfully on one hand.
Which explains a lot.
I often dream about doing this or that but dreams are not goals. Dreams don’t require any action and goals do.
I had a goal to write and publish a novel. Achieved.
I have a dream to be a successful food writer.
I had a goal to own my own home. Achieved.
I have a dream to own another home on the beach.
I had a goal to get the job that I currently have. Achieved.
I have a dream to own my own business.
I am content and I think the reason for that is because my over arching goal is to enjoy a happy, peaceful life. And I’m not saying that because I lack ambition or the skills to turn my dreams into goals. Eventually, the dreams may evolve into goals. But I’m not pressed. I have everything I need and most of the things that I really want. I know to the Type A, I sound like a total slacker.
I’m thinking about buying a hammock.