My brain is on overload with the idea of GOALS. I feel as if I have none, or they are so modest I have forgotten.
I have my to-do lists. I have numerous projects in process and can tell you quite succinctly where I am with every business-related task for each and every client. A basic premise of work is to ensure it’s done correctly, within budget, and delivered before deadline. I do not see that as a goal. I see that as a basic fact of life in self-employment.
In the rest of my life, I feel rather rudder-less and goal-less. Let us pick an easy one – health and fitness. I meet with J twice weekly now, yet I have no real or imaginary goal out there. In response to my plaintive lament on the topic, J sent me a Bruce Lee quote: “A goal is not always meant to be achieved, it often serves simply as something to aim at.” Okay, this is good. So does that mean just close my eyes and drag myself into the gym and through this week’s routines as perfectly as possible and everything else will (eventually) fall into place?
I just don’t know. I spent my lunch break seeking the internet’s best advice for training goal setting and got nowhere. Perhaps I shall continue down my blind pathway of doing the exercises and movements J dreams up for me and be happy about succeeding. Maybe my goal is to continue to keep crazy brain on muted lockdown and negative thinking at bay while going through each exercise, each set. Put that way, it sounds like a splendid goal.
Work is time consuming and for the most part absorbing and interesting. It keeps me fully occupied and then some, if I allowed it. The thought of another hobby is starting to take root in my head. Friend Judy knits and crochets; I have counted cross stitch waiting for some attention. I have lately I have been sucked into television viewing while sitting and folding clothes or doing whatever limited amount of cardio I choose to perform. I also love to read and have been utilizing my kindle unlimited subscription to read a lot of books that I would never actually purchase. Counted cross stitch while watching TV? Or maybe reading while arc training?
I think my brain is kind of bored and wants something new. I have no idea what. Maybe it’s time to break out the guns and go to the range and blast the stagnant cobwebs away while aiming at paper targets.
I am currently reading a book on meditation. That’s also something to try – slowing down my mind and letting it get some restive peace. Learning to meditate as a goal? There are surely worse things or places I could aspire to achieve. I might learn how to let go of the drive to set some goals.