The ENDS GAME

I was in a group of would-be counsellors and we were asked to do some ‘goal-setting’ for our health and self-care. The rest of the group didn’t seem to find it hard filling in their workbooks: their goals were to join choirs, set up community compost schemes, read Proust and do Pilates. Meanwhile, I doodled a dinosaur unicorn pillaging a medieval village and made a reservation at a tequila bar. I don’t really do goals. Even the word itself is bothersome. (Sports, ugh.)

ONCE THE DESIRE IS OUT THERE, IT LOSES ITS APPEAL. IT’S LIKE IT BELONGS TO SOMEONE ELSE, NOT ME

Goals are for people