I consider myself to be an expert-level goal setter.
This makes me sound arrogant and kind of like an asshole, but it’s true.
I’m not super good at a lot of stuff. I can’t dance to save my life. I can’t twerk (my kids groan when I try, and I threw my back out once). I can’t sing well, so I make up for lack of pitch with volume. I can’t lie without twitching and folding (horrible at poker), I don’t play a musical instrument, I don’t sit still long enough to tolerate knitting, cross stitch, or crochet.
GOALS, though. I can do goals.
As a go-big-or-go-home kind of person, I LIKE goals. Goals get me efficiently where I want to go. I like BIG goals. I like setting a goal that makes me a little bit afraid, because I know I’m going to have to dig deep to crush it. I have a pretty active and brilliant imagination, so the goals I come up with in my head are quite detailed.
And, as far as execution goes, I almost always hit the goals I set for myself. I can’t remember the last time I set a goal and didn’t accomplish it. My cycle of success is (finally) established, and I don’t fail often.
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