[Dear Anonymous commenter: I posted before thirty days and I shall post after thirty days. Have no fear. Thank you for reading.]
I remember the talks I got constantly starting day one of fifth grade. "Where do you see yourself later today? Set goals for later today. Where do you see yourself tomorrow? Set goals for tomorrow. Where do you see yourself in one week? Set goals for one week. Where do you see yourself in one month? Set goals for one month. Where do you see yourself in one year? Set goals for one year. Where do you see yourself in five years? Set goals for five years. Where do you see yourself in ten years? Set goals for ten years." I was always inspired by these lectures. I never actually filled out those weird goal charts with sections to write "goals for later today" all the way up through "goals for ten years." But, alas, due to the fact of my father being a human performance coach/goal lover, I have not only filled out a goal chart or two, but I know all about goals and why you ought to make them (it's 'cause they did a study at Harvard once and the people who wrote down their goals made like 300% more money than the ones who did not - I thought it was a nice get rich quick scheme). So, ladies and gentlemen, here is the fully filled out "goals for the rest of forever and every second until forever ends" chart, special for the second to last day of thirty days.
My goals for the rest of today: Keep my things organized (cause I just cleaned everything). Call Jake Meyer to help him ask his oh-so-lovely date to prom. Get my homework done. Call Katie.
My goals for the rest of the week: Look acceptable. Do something worthwhile over the weekend. Read at least three chapters of Atlas Shrugged. Avoid fighting with my parents. Do Kiss someone lovely (this one is highly unlikely). Get Madison a Madison-worthy birthday present.
My goals for one month: Get back on the track of very healthy eating. Convince Jake's band to name their band "The Very Skinny Narcissists" and then let me design T-shirts for them. Get really, really good grades for term three. Learn a new song on my ukulele.
My goals for one year: Kiss someone lovely (this is a more likely time period, I think). Throw the legendary 11.11.11 party. Also, throw a spring tea party. Run a half marathon (I'm still deciding if I actually want to make this goal). Get a job. Obtain a legal drivers license.
My goals for five years: Graduate from high school with honors. Get accepted to NYU. Buy a VW Bus. Hold down a job. Go on a road trip in said bus.
My goals for ten years: Columbia. Grad school. Journalism. Get a good job with Vogue or New York Times. And, you know, while I'm at it, I think I'll get married. The goal: marry someone classy, lovely, and generally fabulous. Someone I shall be happy with.
My goal for forever: Stay happy. Because I have it lovelier than most. You do, too.
I wish it was still National Birdfeeder Month.
All my love,