Not achieving my goals depresses me. I have recently achieved all my goals. I see now that I had set my eyes too low. I wanted to be independent. I wanted to live in a safe neighborhood. I wanted to be able to pay my bills. I wanted to be able to eat in a resturant every once in a while and order whatever I wanted. I wanted to stop living like things were on the verge of collapse. I still get a little extreme sometimes in my worry, but I am starting to feel like I am firmly rooted in the middle class.I've been giving myself a break. I have stopped the insane tooth cutting career building that I used to do. I am happy at my job now. I'm not currently taking any classes. I watch TV. I try to remind myself that this is temporary and I need to get back on the ball if I want to maintain this wonderful life, but I am getting too used to being comfortable.
Time for some new goals.
I told myself that there were things that I'd never be able to achieve because I started at too low a point. Why dream of being Audrey Hepburn when I couldn't even afford a ticket to the theater?
I've arrived. Its finally time to dream big.