When I get that job, I will be happy.
When I lose 10 pounds I will start dating again
When my boyfriend finally puts that ring on my finger, I can start planning the rest of my life
When I can afford that classic car, I will go on more road trips.
When I can bench press just another 25 pounds, I will feel strong.
When I get my doctorate degree, I will make more money.
When I make more money, I can spend more time with my family
When I get that promotion, I can finally take more time off
If I can eat healthier, I will lose weight
If I get that job, my family will be happier
If I could make just a little more money, I can buy that car
If I can buy that car, I can appear more attractive to women
If I could keep my house cleaner, I could have friends over more often
If I had a bigger house, I would invite people over
I wish I could make art
I wish I was prettier
I wish had had more muscle
I wish I had a better body
I wish I had more money
I wish I was thin
I wish I wasn’t sick
Do you do this: attach your happiness to your goals? Goal setting is a noble act, but the steps to the goal are as well. I will actually make a concept map or lists just feel the accomplishment in small steps so that I am also enjoying the path to the goal. Yet what do we do as soon as we achieve our goals? We make another one. During that space between goals, do you savor it? For how long? After the initial elation, does the feeling start to fade to the sensation of lack because there is something else we want to reach to be better? Why do we continue a cycle of scarcity? Is it a culturally imprinted illusion? We live and many of us born into a hustle environment.
Our culture thrives on insatiable drive and I am still trying to decide if that drive is more of a draining of the soul rather than a purposeful pursuit. I think that there is some space between and I have a tough time being in that space despite that it’s uncomfortable standing on the edge. Thoughts?