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.

The Alien Observer:
You always need enough money that you can quit when it’s time
‘Resisting arrest’? When police have wrongly invaded your home?
It took me years to feel the anger I’d repressed since childhood
Being loved is one of life’s gifts, but joy of loving is even greater
What demons cause us to abandon one who offers what we need?
Tuesday’s Senate vote reminds me of German ‘Enabling Act’ of 1933
Understanding Trump popularity requires empathy for his voters
Powerful emotions come and go, so it’s worth noting if one stays