My mother says that I'm goal-oriented. Set goals, she said, for moving. Then you'll get it done. Last night, I had to ask Husband what he thought goal-oriented meant. He said something about it meaning achieving "stuff." I wanted to know what this had to do with goals because, in truth, I set lots of goals, all the time, and I rarely achieve them. I'm constantly setting goals, making a plan, and then not following through or abandoning the original impulse altogether. For example, I was supposed to do the dishes three days ago. And yet, those very dishes are sprawled out in a great big mess of crustiness on the kitchen counter as I type this. So many dishes that if you came over to my house, I would not let you in.
Still, there is a good reason keep setting goals, to pack a few boxes a day like I'd planned: our new place has a dishwasher.
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Husband has just come home, so now we are going to go out and eat some nachos to fuel up for actually doing those dishes, along with packing up all the art I took down yesterday. I'll let you know how we do.
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