Warning: Vent Session

Goals. I thrive on making and working towards them. They fuel me with purpose and passion. My schedule, habits, and thinking revolve around them. My goals are worthwhile and push me to be a better person in many arenas.

Why can't others see that busting my butt for a goal is worth the pain, time, and effort to me?

Why can't others encourage me in my pursuits, instead of trying to talk me out of them, or even denigrating the goal itself?

If I don't set a goal and work towards it, I am stagnating. I'm floundering. Isn't the purpose of us being here on earth to progress--to better ourselves?

I take time to smell the roses. Others may not see it, but I do. And that's all that matters.

Sometimes I wish people would just worry about their own lives instead of trying to direct mine.

I think my parents and siblings are the only ones who understand why I am the way I am. Thanks, family, for loving me and my goals. :)