Malibu, California sunset, February 13, 2010
Every now and then, something or someone will cause me to ask myself, “where are you going?” (I mean “going” in the metaphorical sense and not the literal sense. Though, knowing where you are going *in life* often means actually going somewhere too.)
Very rarely can I respond to that simple question with a simple answer. That makes me uncomfortable. I wonder about it. Where *am* I going? And the obvious next question is: “what are my goals?”
Does everyone have defined goals? Am I the only one who hasn’t put definitive goals to paper yet? What does that mean?
So, the other night when something spurred me to ask myself, “where am I going,” I decided it was time to get a serious answer down. A simple one derived from a few goals. I might use a few posts here to explore this question more, but I’m determined to get a firm grip on what it means to know where I’m going, why I want to go there, and the inevitable change that comes with knowing where you want to go.
So to start, I’m just going to ask everyone if they have goals. Do you? If you do, do you know where you going? Don’t worry if you don’t want to comment here, I’ll probably ask you in-person.
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i’m going forward. just trying to enjoy and appreciate my life. maybe this is bad, but my goals are mostly just to always try and be better. it’s not always easy. i don’t care about moving up in my career or becoming someone important. my relationships are the most important thing in my life and my main goal is to nurture them. to die feeling as if i lived and felt things deeply. for my people to know how much i care(d) about them.