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.

I am angry that life doesn’t work the way I once learned it should
Do we choose to be free people? Or will we live as slaves to mobs?
The gifts we give children shape them and reveal what we expect of them
For a culture where God is dead, spiritual emergence is madness
Just underneath a civilized veneer, savage conqueror lives in my DNA
Politicians sometimes lie even when they know they’ll be caught
Outraged folks around world letting Diane Tran know she’s not alone
She says she’ll always love me, but she didn’t say who she was
Drug raid in Birmingham points to folly and failure of the ‘drug war’