The importance of goals

I know that I knew this before in theory, but today it struck me as I looked at my bank account and saw more money than I expected.  Realizing I could support my mum a bit more (something I was feeling worried about) and even pay off my apartment mortgage in the next 5 years.  I just suddenly felt the urge to plan it out so I could see it more clearly and play with the numbers and time frame.

I realize NOW what it means to set a goal.  I feel it in my bones.  A goal is something you actually want to achieve.  Not JUST that, you have to plan out in chunks of time and money steps, what you need to do to get there.  You have to want to and be able to do the things in your plan.  You  HAVE TO tackle those chunks systematically, AND track yourself.  If you do not do this, the chances are you WILL lose focus and get side tracked reacting on impulsive wants and desires.  This is the way I’ve been living really, not altogether irresponsibly, but with no clear direction.

Living without goals that you are actively working on and tracking is  like just walking off in blindly, changing directions hoping that you’ll like wherever you end up.  My dear, you could walk off a cliff, end up in the middle of a desert or a jungle, into a lion’s den, perhaps come across a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.  Spent energy, spent resources, all watered down in all different directions.  In the end.  Nothing accomplished, at least nothing that you’d considered you actually wanted to do, unless you were one in a million lucky.  We only have so much time, we only have so much resources.  For most of us, our physical resources are limited.  Setting goals without a doubt maximises your potential and resources.

Now I realize that it works this way with everything aspect of life.  Achieving a goals does not involve the supernatural “ask the universe” process of hoping some overambitious dream will magically “manifest”.  Its about planning to accomplish something,  Creating an actual time trackable plan to get there, ACTUALLY working towards it by following the plan, AND tracking yourself along the way.

Today realizing I’ve actually already started working towards my goals in a haphazard way for a good many years.  But getting to them very slowly because of being sidetracked and not really understanding what my main priorities actually are.  So today I’ve put them down in a ms word doccie, with where I currently stand towards reaching them!  I will be tracking them at least monthly

Basically, the 2 goals I’ve written down:

  1. To pay off my mortgage in 3 to 5 years
  2. To buy an additional property within 5 years

Yes its all financial, but I will be applying this to the rest of my life as well!  Gosh, I feel like a newborn baby.

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The persistence of memory

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The Persistence of Memory – Salvador Dali

The minute he walked in, I knew, I’d seen those eyes before – up close.  I’d been mesmerized by those eyes, for one night.  They were not his eyes exactly, but they looked exactly like his.  Big, and innocent, staring at the world in wonder.  Childlike innocence written on his otherwise uneventful sun-kissed face.

I asked him to dance.  He looked confused at first, then stepped forward, and took me in a close dance hold – Chest to chest, cheek to cheek.  I’d seen those eyes before.  And where I’d seen those eyes, before, I’d seen the face of someone else I’d seen before.  But only when he smiled.  This must be what time travel feels like.  Memories of things I’d not thought about came flooding back, the time I saw those eyes before.  Intoxication makes me see deeper than I normally see.  It can makes me feel deeper than I normally feel.  It makes my hands instruments of a mysterious goddess of sensuality.  My alter ego.  My true self.

He looked like the gentlest most joyful soul I’d never have expected to meet.  I saw him as he came in.  He looked at me.  I looked to my food.  I was not interested in some Brit looking for an exotic fling.  There were two of them.  Then suddenly he was leaning over my table, right over my food.  “Can I smell your lobster?” He asked.  Too shocked to reply (it was too late anyway as he was sniffing it already) I smiled.  They went to sit.   When I looked up, only once I did, he was staring at me with those eyes.  Those big eyes were swallowing me whole.  And I had no choice in the matter.  At the counter paying my bill, the two of them appeared.  Then we were talking, and they were persuading me to stay another day,  There was no resisting it, even though I knew it would change this place for me forever.  I had no choice.  When he told me the story of his name, I was destined to never forget.

Holiday romances are unforgettable.

On being you

Written for  Daily Prompt: Lets go crazy

What is crazy? What is normal?  What does that make you?

We are human.  Part of us is instinct.

We want to eat.  We want to express.  We want to laugh.  We want to cry.  We want to react to what we feel.  We want to feel.  To be normal is to fight this.   They say this is human.

We want to eat.  We want to express.  We want to laugh, We want to cry.  We want to react to what we feel.  We want to feel.  To be crazy is to do as we feel.  To succumb and let it be, is to be you.