I’ve always been into navel gazing. I took every test anyone offered me. I know my IQ, my Myers-Briggs personality, etc. Just this week my husband took a day off work to think about who he is and where he’s going. I thought, AWK! I haven’t done that in ages. I used to have very specific goals.
When I was six I decided I would go to my alma mater for college. (If you check out the site, don’t let the pictures fool you. All trees on campus were planted. Most forty+ years ago in exchange for tuition. There are not very many.)
When I was nine I decided I would go to Purdue to get my PhD. I really didn’t know anything about Purdue at the time, except that it existed. When I went to get my PhD in rhetoric there, it was one of the two best programs in the nation–and the other one was way too technical for me. Since the rhetoric department didn’t even exist when I was nine, how did this work out? God. Otherwise, I haven’t got a clue.
After I got out of high school, I wanted to teach college and own my house. I’ve done both of those several different places.
Eventually I want to go back to full time teaching of college.
But right now I am homeschooling and teaching high school homeschoolers and teaching college and that is more than anyone with a working brain ought to agree to do.
I tried to think of new goals. But really, I don’t have many. Do well in teaching this year. Help my youngest do well in history. Help my oldest increase his writing skills.
I have a few old goals I still haven’t met that I am renewing. Getting fit and staying that way. Wearing a size 10 comfortably. (I did meet this but am five pounds off it now.) Getting out of debt. Finish revising my novel and send it out.
I just don’t have any new and improved really cool things I want to do.