Being an adult with goals

It’s really strange to be at this age when everyone you’ve known since they had braces and pimples are getting married. It comes in waves and autumn is definitely a peak season for getting hitched. This is not to say that I am not staying away from social media to get away from the endless pictures. Quite the opposite actually. I enjoy looking through everyone’s happy day’s pictures. It’s an oddly detached event. In some ways, I still wake up thinking that I am 13 years old and have a basketball game after my Social Studies test. To see everyone growing up is amusing. I’m sure I’ll eventually get used to it. I mean, I am moving into an apartment with John a week from today, so I might as well find a pair of well-fitting adult pants. I mean, for heaven’s sakes, errbody be having babies and walking down the aisle, and here I am just discovering the amazingness that is Netflix.

In other news, I’ve been reading this great book called Finding Your North Star and yes, it’s as much of a self-help book as you’ll ever run across. It’s absolutely amazing. It’s a book that actually tells you how hard reaching your goals really is. It’s about working hard and continuing to work hard. Nothing in life is just given to you; it’s the product of dedication and persistence. One of the exercises is to name your three Wildly Improbable Goals or (WIGs). You’re supposed to think up goals that seem almost impossible. So these are the three WIGs I chose:

·         Get my first novel published by a big publishing house

·         Get down to a size two

·         Get hired at Nike’s Headquarters in Portland, Oregon

These definitely seem impossible, but the book says to write down these goals and then just start working your ass off toward them. Mmmmkay. Here goes! Get ready for me adulthood and dreams!