My year end assessments were pretty boring. An article popped up in the local newspaper asking readers to tell them how you’re feeling. I wanted to respond, thinking I might be an interesting demographic. I pondered it a lot on my walks. But I kept stumbling on their question, what’s on your mind? Your hopes, your plans, your goals, your concerns. I realized I had none. I do have concerns about this country and hope it doesn’t blow up in the next 4 years. But nothing personal. But I have no goals or plans and find that somewhat depressing. It seems my whole life is pretty much given over to care giving and the fact that we stay very close to home. I put exactly 1830 miles on the care this year, probably mostly going to the grocery stores. So, no plans other than to figure out what’s for dinner. As for goals, nothing really comes to mind either. Maybe lose some weight, get healthy, eat more veggies… pick up reading again. But nothing else. I have no bucket list. Maybe it is my age. I don’t need any more money, moving doesn’t sound appealing and I don’t have a strong desire to travel, other than to see Paris one more time and maybe London. And I have no artistic goals, other than to make images and prints to satisfy my need to be creative. I would like to sell more prints, but don’t care if I ever have another show. There is an upside to not having any goals. If you don’t have any, then you can’t be disappointed when you fail to meet them.
