Currently my brain is at battle with the universe…
Every time I look around the universe is telling me, “Set some goals, bitch!”
And my brain goes, “Oh, hell no!”
I started playing the audio from week three of Stratejoy’s Joy Equation and when Molly said in her über cheery voice, “This week we’re going to work on goal setting,” I literally screamed back, “I FUCKING HATE GOAL SETTING!” and threw my headphones down on the floor and marched off in an angry huff and proceeded to type “I hate goal setting.” into Google.
Clearly, there’s something going on here.
Not knowing what you really want.
These were the common themes that came up after Googling “I hate goal setting.”
To which I found myself rolling my eyes and giving a hearty, “Well, duh!”
You see, goal setting freaks me right the fuck out.
There are few things that make me want to crawl under the bed and hide more than goal setting.
I’m a dreamer at heart. I can spend hours on end blissfully dreaming about how I would like my life to be and what people would say and how they would support me in chasing after my dreams… but when it comes to drawing those dreams out of my head, that’s when I fall flat on my face.
You know how there’s this superstition around making a wish when you blow out your birthday candles where you can’t tell anybody what your wish is or else it won’t come true?
That’s how I feel about acknowledging my dreams.
When they’re just my dreams floating there… They’re pristine and enjoyable. I can just enjoy the fantasy.
Once I start acknowledging them, it ruins things.
I make discoveries that I don’t want the things I think I want.
Or I discover that I’m unwilling to do the things that it takes to achieve a certain goal.
I become a self-sabotaging nightmare that becomes difficult to pin down.
So, I resist making the goals in the first place.
Does that solve anything? Probably not.
Is there a magical silver bullet which will stop me from being petrified of goal setting? Probably not.