What to Glean From the Goals You Didn’t Achieve

They may have not been the right goals in the first place

Brooke Preston
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Photo: Thomas Barwick/Getty Images

II recently came across an old list of goals I’d written years ago. While it felt good to see that I’d accomplished several of the milestones I’d listed — I co-wrote a book! And it got published! — I was deflated to see all the things that I’d let fall by the wayside.

Sure, some goals had simply been outgrown. I don’t actually want to live in New York City anymore, so it’s okay that I don’t. And truly, I no longer desire “the Rachel” haircut the way 20-year-old me did. Goals, like hairdos, should change and evolve with us.

But a couple of those unfulfilled goals still stung.

For example: Growing up, I always knew I wanted to be a singer. A crowning achievement of my teen years was singing the national anthem at prestigious (to a 15-year-old) events like high school basketball games. When college rolled around, I enrolled in my local state university and optimistically dove into a classical/opera-focused vocal music performance major. My logic: I sing. This is singing. I was going to be a professional singer! Great!

Fast forward to today: I am decidedly not a professional singer. And seeing a reminder of my failure right there on the page bothered me enough that I…

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Brooke Preston
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Comedy writer/satirist. Co-founder of The Belladonna Comedy. Bylines in @thesecondcity, @reductress, @mcsweeneys, @romper and so on and so forth.