I don’t think I’ve ever had bona fide, lofty goals, other than the macro, cliched things like graduating high school, graduating college, finding work that provided a paycheck. There have been unstated hopes and desires, like finding a woman who could love me, being a good parent, and making enough money so we wouldn’t have to worry about money, which hasn’t really happened.
Anymore, seeing that my goal most days since retiring is to tend to whatever I feel like tending to, I say “no” or turn up my nose on occasion to a sudden change of plans, and I do that probably more often than I should. This isn’t a quirk of my personality. It’s something I need to work on, even at this late date, and it’s not easy.
So, it’s happening. I’m getting set in my ways. Or maybe I’ve always been that way.
Saying “no” to things that interfere with your goals has always struck me as being a bit selfish, its own form of going through life with blinders on. But anyone who’s ever achieved anything of note has had to do just that.
Kind of confusing to me.
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