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A Hazy Life

 


Have you ever noticed how vague we are about our goals and long-term plans? We hear a lot of “someday” or “one day I’d like to …” And not only are we vague about timelines, we are also pretty fuzzy about a desired outcome as well, “I’d like to read more” or “I will lose some weight.” Read more than what? Lose how much weight, six ounces or 20 pounds?

Whether it is intentional or not, being vague keeps us from being accountable. Others cannot call us on what we said we are going to do because “someday” has not yet arrived. More than that, we give ourselves too much leash by not making a clear commitment in our own minds.

By not defining the “win” we feel like we can avoid the sting of failure. But the opposite is also true, without risking failure, we cannot ever experience true victory.

If you set deadlines and specific targets, yes, you risk missing the mark and experiencing the pain of temporary failure. Telling yourself or others “I plan to be the VP of our marketing department by the end of 2021” sure puts you on the hook more than, “I’d like to promote someday.” But it also gives you more clarity in what you are really going after. And just as importantly, you are now accountable to that statement. You have skin in the game.

Live with specific intent. However painful at times, it is better to miss a clearly defined target while living intentionally than to wander around in the haze of vague objectives. 


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