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.

Why am I shocked that a friend’s happy news makes me feel envy?
I’m horrified that it’s become so difficult for me to finish a book
Why can beauty hurt so much? Why do I see her face in the sky?
Doing it for the children? No, they’re doing it for the TV cameras
Putin’s Russia: Friends, enemies or just another basket case state?
What’s at the root of objections to real freedom? Paternalism
Forgiveness has more power than political agenda in hateful tragedy
If our assumptions don’t match, we can clash with best intentions
Dead things must be cleared away before rebirth has chance to come