Goals, Schmoals

Another Monday has rolled around and what did you do today? Did you prepare for the week?

Too often we find ourselves twiddling our thumbs, surfing through web, basically doing whatever it takes to avoid setting goals. (Unless you are a born organizer, then you're excused from this post.)

I'm no different from most of you out there. I loathe setting goals!

Why?

Because I get sick and tired of that whiny inner brat who yells "na-nana-na-na" at the end of each week when I realize I haven't completed one gosh-darned thing. And then I start making excuses. You know the ones.

"Little Johnnie had an earrache and needed some love."

"SuperAuctionSite had that vase I've been looking all over for and I had to wait for the auction to end!"

"The dog ate my goals."

Yeah, all those excuses--some real, some not so real--add up. And the pile of excuses burdens you with guilt. And if there is one thing I hate worse than setting goals, it is guilt!

A few months ago, I had a "eureka" moment. I accomplish more when I set goals.

Do you reach your goals each week?

Well, no I don't, and to tell the truth, it doesn't always bother me too much. What matters is I can look back over the week and show actual work. Show new pages, edited pages, contest work, research, whatever needed to be worked on. More often than not, my goals were not realistic to begin with (a chat for another day), and I accomplish a lot more than I thought I would. Most weeks, I'm proud enough of what I did accomplish to shut that inner brat up for what I didn't. (She really hates that, lol)

When I don't set goals each week, guess what? You're right. Nothing gets finshed. Before I know it one day has bled into the next until Sunday rolls around again and I have nothing to show for the week.

So yeah, I still hate goal-setting, but I'm sure as sin going to do it. It's the only way I'll succeed. You too.

Ta-ta for now loves. I'm off to post my goals to my critique group.

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