So, I’m going to be honest here. On the scale that a normal person might use in deciding how organized and goals driven a person is, I don’t even rank on that chart. I have the goal making and keeping ability of a slice of wheat bread. Any goals I ever have made (a very small list all made under duress) can be depended upon to never be met.
Why is this? Mostly it’s because I’m a lazy bum. But also it’s because goal making makes me feel oppressed. Like the time I fell down on the benches at Circus, Circus in Vegas and a fat lady sat on me. That kind of oppressed. I don’t know why I rail so much as the convention of planning things out but I sure do. For my writing career this has thus far been the kiss of death. I just can’t bring myself to concentrate enough to submit as much as I should, or edit as much as I should, or do anything but write as much as I should.
So I’ve tried all these plans for easy goal making which be so cool if I bothered to keep them. Making them isn’t the problem. In my head I know what I should be doing. Beyond knowing I should be doing, however, is where things get sticky. Because that’s always been a problem for me. When I was a kid I knew I should be doing my homework but, you know, other things were just more interesting.
So my new goal is going to be to keep some goals. We’ll see how that works out. I’m personally not holding my breath. (Because holding my breath requires concentration.)