So much of life is about setting goals. It’s something that I teach in my personality psychology class: in order to feel like your choices in life matter, you need to have goals to work toward. Without goals, there’s no purpose to life, no measuring stick to show you how well you’re doing. Life can feel pretty meaningless without them.
Now, there are many things that I’m still working on in life, but setting goals for myself is not one of them. I’ve got plenty of goals. Particularly when it comes to writing. I’ve got nothing BUT goals in that area of my life. ;)
This is my month off from school (YAY!) so I’m all about working toward goals right now. I’m trying to finish the latest draft of my WIP by the end of this month. I’ll send it off for a few others to read, banish it from my mind for a while, and then…start revising all over again. Ugh. That’s the way this writing thing works though. It’s never quite done.
So, that’s why it’s nice to meet some smaller goals along the way.
I recently made some welcome changes to my writing room, including getting a terrarium for my desk. I was also reorganizing my book shelves when I found some stapled magazine pages shoved behind the books. I pulled them out, having no idea where this trash came from, and saw that it was a terrarium article I’d pulled out of a BHG magazine a long time ago.
Specifically, in January 2012.
Looking at the pages now, I feel a weird sense of pride. I had completely forgotten about the magazine article. But I hadn’t forgotten my goal. I had wanted a terrarium then and now I have one. It's not exactly related to my writing goals, but metaphorically (and you know writers like metaphors!) it feels very similar. And I like the idea that I set a goal for myself and met it, even if it took 3 years. In the world of writing, 3 years is nothing!
Now, I’m close to the much bigger goal of finishing this draft. When that’s done there will be a bigger goal to accomplish and another one after that and another one after that. It’s never going to stop. And that’s okay. I’m hoping that my ability to meet my goals won’t stop either. Even if it takes me years to get there.