The instructor was leading the class through exercises designed to produce a set of individual goals and plans. It was Thursday morning and I was attending mandatory post-license training for new real estate agents in Birmingham.
“What do you want?” she said again. “Write it in a specific way. Do you want to be rookie of the year? Imagine yourself accepting that award. Do you want to hit a certain financial goal? Be specific.”
I started typing. I named a couple of goals. They seemed to be the sorts of things other people around me were excited about.
And then it hit me. I didn’t want the things I had just written down. I was in a group of about 20 people, most of whom seemed to want those things, so it was easy to fall into accepting their goals as obvious and right.

Liberty-minded people need to distance ourselves from crazy folks
Sounds of old music awakened repressed feelings from my past
Nobody’s perfect as a mate, but Mary Poppins was pretty close
Life is too short to hide the love you would regret hiding at death
I’m paralyzed by fear my choices won’t match needs of future wife
What did you want in childhood? Did you abandon those dreams?
Do you know your heart’s desire? Or are you just chasing a mirage?
Uh, oh: For first time since ’45, U.S. job growth was zero last month
We forget how to be happy, but children and animals remember