I’m very good with goals. I make them tangible, achievable, measurable, all that good productivity guru stuff. I’m really good at sharing my goals with people around me, in order to create a greater sense of accountability.
One thing I’m terrible at is being ok with failing at them. Reaching 50,000 by tonight was my goal, and I failed.
I’ve had a lot of practice at failure. By now, I should be incredibly graceful. Oh yes, here it comes, and — I gracefully fold into a position of resignation, immediately followed by an adjustment into positive self-affirmation, and a leap back up into steely determination.
But I’m just pissed off.
I’ll get over it tomorrow, right about when that ticker flips to 50,000.