I only had two flexible, easy-to-reach goals for myself this summer, and I only achieved one. If that isn't the metaphor of my life.
My two goals were:
1.) Pass my summer classes
2.) Go to the beach (15min. away) at least once a week.
I didn't go to the beach once a week. In fact, I think I only went a little over half the amount I needed to. I made excuses for myself too. There wasn't enough time, I didn't have a car, the buses weren't running today I think, it wasn't the right weather, etc., etc. The funny thing is that it was a goal that wasn't even necessary for the greater good or my success. It was a goal I set in order to balance myself and give myself the opportunity to dwell in the places that bring me peace, and I still didn't stick to it. I don't what this says other than the fact that I'm an extremely lazy person. If you have any theories, let me know!
-E
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