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.

What if I’ve fooled myself — and darkness is all that waits for me?
I can force child to obey me, but obedience comes with high cost
For governance, ‘one size fits all’ is a bad idea — even if the ‘one size’ is your version of freedom
I don’t regret my choices, but I do lament choices he refused to make
With NASA getting out of the way, free market heads to outer space
My political lens makes me think you’re crazy — and vice versa
Past behavior is best indicator of how he’ll treat you in the future