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.

Homeless man on a cold night leaves me with hard questions
What kind of sick society names Obama, Clinton its most admired?
Photo assignment in dimly lit gym kickstarted my love for basketball
Without hope for a better future, depression grabs us by the throat
Media and mass hysteria lead us into madness of celebrity worship
Goodbye, Daddy