I set goals a lot. and one of my surprisingly good qualities is that I usually obtain them. just my goals are usually oddly arbitrarily selected, not necessarily improving myself, just giving me a sense of accomplishment, which I suppose does improve my self-esteem. but example: becoming a vegetarian-just to see if I could do it. for 8 years. I love causes, but that is not a cause; that is stubborn eight-year being contrary. Well these are my goals, silly or not.
1. Clean my room on saturday. Small room, lots of stuff, equals big mess in college dorm room.
2. Go running. once my toe recovers from its massive splinter. that I got from a toothpick.
3. Finish Middlemarch
4. Watch Love Story
5. Get my costume ready for Halloween. still up in the air about what I’m going to be exactly. Mrs. Dalloway or Miss Woodhouse are front runners for Friday and peacock if I can find the stuff for Saturday.
And life wouldn’t be very Emma-like if I didn’t have a far fetched goal.
6. I’m going to run a marathon.