There are goals and then there are goals. There are the larger, universal goals of a happier,, more generally successful life, and there are the smaller, more concrete goals contrived to mark the way to the larger goals such as mow the lawn, or eat healthier or put on pants. At what point does pursuing a goal become the goal, rather than the means to achieve a larger goal?
Maybe at the point where you start asking these questions.
I finally had a moment to write out my monthly goals for February. They largely consist of unmet goals from January. Some of that was over-ambition. Some of that was other emergencies. Some of that was poor use of time. I have those factors in roughly equal measure.
The goal I met:
I finished the kitchen lighting despite the spooky wiring left by previous owners. In daytime the dark slot would have a bit of skylight in it.
So we (the kids helped) learned that you can’t trust any of the neutrals to go back to a common bus.
And despite what I promised last post, I have not abandoned caution when it comes to electrical work.
I also got an episode in of Go Action Fun Time. I’ll go over that in a separate entry.
The project that was not one of the goals:
I ended up spending a week at Cheryl’s house helping her recover from foot surgery. She couldn’t walk. She has a large house with stairs. I had a week of vacation to burn.
My Butler name is “Handsy”.
I did get some writing done. And I appeared in a promotional video for the Las Vegas Pirate Fest. Well, I did. Which brings us to:
The goal that is not from January:
We will have a booth is said pirate fest. By we I really mean Cheryl, and her room-mate, Captain Blackheart, who heads one of the
factions guilds that organize the event.
We will have one of these:
Blackhearts’ Boutique is the trial run for what may become a more permanent enterprise. We will have Artifacts, Relics, Apparel and Sundries available for the particular adventurer. I’ll have a whole thing with photos as we get closer. But if you follow Cheryl or Rey on Facebook, you’ve already seen things.
Everyone involved in this has an expanding To Do list.
Past this event we plan to call the enterprise the Unobtanium Emporium.
Goals becoming goals.
Also I have to mow my lawn, and eat better.
And put on pants.
Watch this space.