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.

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It’s wrong to silence anybody, even a nutcase like Alex Jones
Why do we create families? It’s a ‘matter of the heart,’ not head
Face of a stalker? At Florida school, it’s ‘stalking’ to speak of karma
What would I do with my time if the money made no difference?
Can it be real love at first sight? This story may make you believe
What are your options when the state gives your children lousy teachers?
My love of ‘fur friends’ stems from the callousness I saw in my father
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