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Goals... are they worth it?

I'm not sure whether setting goals is worth it or not.

I constantly set new goals and forget about the old. Not bright I admit. I do manage to keep writing though, keep eating (back on my diet in Costa Rica), keep in touch through occasional phone calls and almost daily facebook. I go to meetings and gatherings and hang out in the local café or soda.

The trick is measurable objectives or in the case of needed actions, a checklist.

Yesterday I switched phones, bought a new Osprey backpack (has wheels, day-pack). Spent money I really needed to spend. Earlier I bought a new camera. Another item that demanded attention.

I'm a procrastinator so lists are good ...maybe someday I'll learn to put a date next to whatever I need to do as well.

By Tuesday, much on my list won't matter even if it's not done.

But goals...

...need measurable objectives.

And in my case purpose.

And it's the purpose that I am questioning.

I'm torn between nesting and traveling, between finishing old projects and starting new ones. I know that reading goes along with writing. But... time... where does my time go? And where did my energy go... so long ago.

A Scarlett inspired List of 5:

1. Breathe in.
2. Be happy.
3. Be at one with others.
4. Accept all pasts and futures, but live in the present.
5. Breathe out.

mE:

Not much to report. Ate too much...

Misplaced phone and pills yesterday. I'm misplacing things on a daily basis. Not good.

My to-do list is shorter but still must be attended to. This is a three day weekend here... need to visit bank.

I'll go get coffee first.

Sensed:

Taste: potatoes and turkey gravy.
Smell: nothing!
Sound: soft chatter.
Sight: driven snow.
Touch: itchy legs.
Within: nervous anticipation (not all good).

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