Disclaimer/Warning: I am a very goal-driven, achievement-oriented, Type-A+ personality. (I can hear all of my friends going, "Well, du-uh!") That said, if what I'm jumping into below isn't the way your brain works...don't burden yourself with it, because it will just tie you up in knots. If my wife tried to do something like this...well, even trying to explain it to her was tricky. Her brain simply doesn't work this way. Moving on...
I've just discovered a new problem with setting goals...what happens when you achieve them?!?
I'm not talking about the little goals: exercise more, finish book #X, turn in a short story before the deadline for the anthology. I'm talking about the big ones. In 2014 I pretty much hammered down a goal. The catch was that it was a goal I set twenty-one years ago:
- Finish out the last year of my "make my living as a full-time writer" goal with ease and success. (That in itself was a BHAG monster when I wrote it down on July 26th, 1993.)
- By January of next year, figure out my Big HAIRY AUDACIOUS Goal!