With apologies to Giacomo Casanova,"[It seems] … I never had any fixed aim before my eyes, and that my system, if it can be called a system, has been to glide away unconcernedly on the stream of life, trusting to the wind wherever it led."
I've often spouted that I've never set a goal for myself. As of this weekend I've realized I do set goals for myself; I just don't tell people what they are because...well, because then if I don't accomplish the goal I feel I'm diminished in the eyes of my friends. How dumb is that??? Seems I'm a prime example (albeit not a perfect one!) of continual learning and self discovery.
I had a goal for Saturday: painting a couple of walls. In my younger days that would have been a snap and most likely accomplished, along with 10 others things, in one day. Now however, it's an all day project: moving furniture, getting the ladders, brushes, paint, wiping cloths. Most of you know the routine. Anyway, I did it and I'm very proud of myself for attaining a goal.
Some of my friends exclaim over what they perceive to be my deep well of energy.
WELL … that's totally their perception of course. From my standpoint, my energy level is flagging and lagging more and more as the years creep (slink?) by.
There are times when I laugh about this waning stamina. For example, when I finished the Saturday painting, I flopped on the couch, panting and pooped. Worn out yet joyous because no matter how long the process took I achieved my goal. I know I'm fortunate to get as much out of this ol' body as I do (flopping and panting aside!).
I've often spouted that I've never set a goal for myself. As of this weekend I've realized I do set goals for myself; I just don't tell people what they are because...well, because then if I don't accomplish the goal I feel I'm diminished in the eyes of my friends. How dumb is that??? Seems I'm a prime example (albeit not a perfect one!) of continual learning and self discovery.
I had a goal for Saturday: painting a couple of walls. In my younger days that would have been a snap and most likely accomplished, along with 10 others things, in one day. Now however, it's an all day project: moving furniture, getting the ladders, brushes, paint, wiping cloths. Most of you know the routine. Anyway, I did it and I'm very proud of myself for attaining a goal.
Some of my friends exclaim over what they perceive to be my deep well of energy.
WELL … that's totally their perception of course. From my standpoint, my energy level is flagging and lagging more and more as the years creep (slink?) by.
There are times when I laugh about this waning stamina. For example, when I finished the Saturday painting, I flopped on the couch, panting and pooped. Worn out yet joyous because no matter how long the process took I achieved my goal. I know I'm fortunate to get as much out of this ol' body as I do (flopping and panting aside!).
