“The worst thing you can do in life is set goals.”
I didn’t have any goals last year. Seriously, no goals. If I’d set out to do any of the stuff I did last year—if I’d made it my goal to tour 43 cities or to be featured on CBS This Morning or in USA Today or wherever—I’d likely’ve pulled my hair out. Imagine my look of defeat, the pang of disappointment, when I didn’t achieve one of my precious, lofty goals. No thanks.
You see, I didn’t need goals to tell me what to do with my life. What could goals’ve possibly helped me with? Being happy? Why would goals make me happy? Because I’d give myself permission to be happy?
No. That didn’t work for me. I knew I could give myself permission now and still accomplish all sorts of accomplishments along the way.
There was a time when goals were important in my life, but these days I’m just focused on my direction. The accomplishments tend to mount as you keeping traveling down the right path.
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