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.

Experience with God taught me that my theology was too small
Meet the new neighbors: Why rules aren’t always such a bad thing
To think clearly, turn off the tube: Your television is not your friend
What makes someone want you enough to make you a priority?
Father who I saw as Mr. Morality turned out to be a liar and a thief
I want my children surrounded by tools of creation, not consumption
As world descends into madness, back away and guard your heart
In a world full of hate and hurt, love must be a conscious choice
Cop’s murder has me pondering why humans kill those they love