What do you want?
I was asked the other day what my goals are. What I want from life.
This isn't a new question to hit me between the ears. Unfortunately, I don't have an answer.
I have a good job (although lately I'd like to quit and just sew... I blame that on the severe under-staffing in our office) that allows me to travel and be outdoors. That was a goal. I have a hubby, a dog, and a house. Those were probably goals (replace dog with cat... but I got a dog). College degree: check. Inline marathons: check. Skydiving: check. Going home for mom's birthday last week: check. Quilts: check.
But long-term, lifetime, lasting goals? Meh. That whole two kids from birth through college into grandkids? Nope. A home in the burbs and cottage by the lake? Nope. Finding a cure for some horrible disease (or ending inequality and hatred) - while those would be nice, they're not exactly in the scope of "I can do this all by myself." I'll just be a nice person and hope it eventually catches on.
A part of me would like to have a little land, although I'm such a homebody, I don't know what I'd do with it, and therefore don't really know why I want it. Besides - in order to buy land, I'd need to be debt free (otherwise, I can't justify spending anything on it). So, there. A Goal: pay off debts. Nothing new there.
Hmm.
I'd like warm toes. Warm toes would be nice about now.
I've heard so many times that the only way to be fulfilled in life is to have kids. I call bullshit on this, and it has caused no small amount of friction and discomfort at family (primarily in-law) functions. The closest I've come to a happy, fuzzy, fulfilled feeling is giving away quilts.
...
And making it out of the Boundary Waters on multiple occasions, alive and with everyone that I went in with. That's a good feeling too.
Here we go:
I want to be remembered fondly. That's pretty much it. When it's all said and done and my ashes (or whatever's left) get tossed into the Lake, I want to be a twitch of a smile in the back of peoples' minds when they hear an awful pun. When people glance down the trail less traveled and into the guts of the woods. 'Hey, I wonder if Mel ever measured a plot in there.' (The answer is probably yes.)
Do I want piles of random stuff that have to be distributed to family and friends, sold at a yard sale, or hauled to Vinny's or the dump? No.
Just think. Of me, of the world around you, of the people around you - and how you can maybe make things just a teensy bit better.
If I could inspire that, I guess I'd probably call it a goal met.
This isn't a new question to hit me between the ears. Unfortunately, I don't have an answer.
I have a good job (although lately I'd like to quit and just sew... I blame that on the severe under-staffing in our office) that allows me to travel and be outdoors. That was a goal. I have a hubby, a dog, and a house. Those were probably goals (replace dog with cat... but I got a dog). College degree: check. Inline marathons: check. Skydiving: check. Going home for mom's birthday last week: check. Quilts: check.
But long-term, lifetime, lasting goals? Meh. That whole two kids from birth through college into grandkids? Nope. A home in the burbs and cottage by the lake? Nope. Finding a cure for some horrible disease (or ending inequality and hatred) - while those would be nice, they're not exactly in the scope of "I can do this all by myself." I'll just be a nice person and hope it eventually catches on.
A part of me would like to have a little land, although I'm such a homebody, I don't know what I'd do with it, and therefore don't really know why I want it. Besides - in order to buy land, I'd need to be debt free (otherwise, I can't justify spending anything on it). So, there. A Goal: pay off debts. Nothing new there.
Hmm.
I'd like warm toes. Warm toes would be nice about now.
I've heard so many times that the only way to be fulfilled in life is to have kids. I call bullshit on this, and it has caused no small amount of friction and discomfort at family (primarily in-law) functions. The closest I've come to a happy, fuzzy, fulfilled feeling is giving away quilts.
...
And making it out of the Boundary Waters on multiple occasions, alive and with everyone that I went in with. That's a good feeling too.
Here we go:
I want to be remembered fondly. That's pretty much it. When it's all said and done and my ashes (or whatever's left) get tossed into the Lake, I want to be a twitch of a smile in the back of peoples' minds when they hear an awful pun. When people glance down the trail less traveled and into the guts of the woods. 'Hey, I wonder if Mel ever measured a plot in there.' (The answer is probably yes.)
Do I want piles of random stuff that have to be distributed to family and friends, sold at a yard sale, or hauled to Vinny's or the dump? No.
Just think. Of me, of the world around you, of the people around you - and how you can maybe make things just a teensy bit better.
If I could inspire that, I guess I'd probably call it a goal met.