Goals are good, they keep us moving in the right direction. I find that if I fire up the computer in the morning and jump straight away into my web browser without having a specific goal in mind, I’m likely to end up following bizarre and enticing headlines in whatever direction they take me. The next thing I know, I’ve wasted the most productive hours of the day. The same principle holds true for visits to the store. Walking into Wal-Mart without a shopping list is ALWAYS a recipe for disaster. Without a specific goal in mind, I’ll likely wander around under the oppressive florescent lights for far too long, then leave the store with a load of stuff I didn’t need while forgetting the things that I did need.
If you are like me, you spend a lot of time defining your goals. Actually, if you are like me, you spend so much time defining your goals that when you accomplish one, you often move on to the next without remembering to celebrate, not necessarily a healthy habit. I guess you could call me a goal junkie, always looking for the next fix, the next step towards the ultimate high of realizing my life’s purpose.
In this painting, an imaginary trio of backcountry skiers have obviously ascended and descended a sizable mountain under the sweat of their own effort. Upon arriving back at their cozy cabin, we fully anticipate that a toast or two are in order, that with smiles on their faces they will recall, discuss and appreciate each powdery turn that was carved under the moonlit sky. You see, goals are great for productivity but it is the celebration of our accomplishments that make them meaningful.