I asked my former client and always friend, Cheryl:
CL: Go ahead and consider it blasphemy if you wish, but goal-setting is not my mode.
The word goal assaults me from the page or screen; it’s too in my face. Intimidating. Daunting. Always dangling a threat of the elusive unachievable, or worse, the possible---even probable—likelihood of failure. Undeniably, the word tends to motivate others, but it resoundingly thwarts my typically Pollyanna-like confidence.
TLC: I would never have guessed this in a million years! Cheryl exuded confidence and poise at every step of the publishing process from start to finish...but I get her point.
After all, goals imply trying. To quote an ancient Jedi master, which trust me, I don’t do often, “Do or do not. There is no try.” As a ‘busy author, blogger, mother of twins,’ freelance writer, full-time ad agency post-production producer and wife of an amazing man fighting cancer, I have no goals. I have responsibilities. Duties. Priorities.