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.

Taxing ‘the rich’ more not only wouldn’t work, but it’s not fair
If we keep waiting for perfection, we’ll always keep traveling alone
We all love stories, but principles should trump anecdotes in debate
Sex abuse of powerless rampant; denying its serious harm obscene
FRIDAY FUNNIES
You’re wrong! And if you don’t agree with me, you’re an evil, lying moron
Where do we go from here? Things are about to get very interesting
What do you love enough to want once more before life slips away?