I’m all for setting goals and making plans. In fact at this point in my life I have some pretty major goals, and a strategy in place to meet them. That’s not to say that I’m perfect at following it. Sometimes life gets curvy, and I have to adapt my strategy accordingly, adjust my schedule, take the scenic route. Whatever is appropriate to keep me on track toward my destination.
But what if you don’t have any goals? What if you don’t know what you really want, where you want to be in a year, two years or more?
Goals are a relatively new thing for me. Yes, I’ve had plenty of goals throughout my lifetime, and have achieved most of them. Some of them required arduous commitment through free and uncertainty. Getting my pilot licence for example. Sometimes, when flying solo, I was terrified. But I persisted and flew.
I’m not long emerged from a very long period in the wilderness, so to speak. For close to 15 years I had no idea. I was completely disconnected from myself. I was so accustomed to setting and achieving goals; it seemed the only logically to move forward. At least it was familiar.