“I have no goals at the moment.” Anyone who knows me well, or just a tad bit honestly, would never believe that such a sentence would be uttered by me. I am a Type A, highly-driven person who similar to what Madonna told Dick Clark many years ago “wants to rule the world.” Thus, the likelihood of me making such a statement is very low. Well, if you made such a bet in Vegas you would have lost. I would have lost. See, I did make such a statement.
Granted, I made the statement somewhat facetiously to a colleague with whom I am often sarcastic, facetious and snarky. But once I said it, I realized that I somewhat meant it (and of course, somewhat didn’t mean it).
Look, I had a really bad week. A young dear friend of mine died. I saw her dad broken as he shoveled the dirt onto her coffin. I saw her six-year old son collapse after throwing dirt onto her coffin. I saw a big grown man tear up and run away. And that was all by Tuesday. Then I flew out to Washington, DC for a meeting and ended up being stranded in the city when all flights were cancelled out of town. Sigh. So, I worked out, ate well and took baths. I let myself become a vegetable of sorts and thus without any immediate goals. I suppose one goal is to get back home. But at the immediate level, I had no real goals. And I felt a bit free. Thus, at the moment I had no goals.
Yet, that is short-lived as I have 101 pending things that I have to do and some major decisions to make that will impact my future greatly. For the moment I just want to worry about the right bath temperature and the amount of weights I do for my leg presses. It has been nice just being a little bit free to watch television and get wrapped up in a storyline. Tomorrow, tomorrow I can be Type-A me again.