We’ve been talking about dreams this month, and so many wonderful things have been said. There are the rules–meant to be broken, where appropriate–as well as dreams coming true (Congrats, Cynthia!). Today, I’m thinking about how without dreams, I’m not sure we can set meaningful goals. I’m not talking about the little goals, like getting both the laundry put away AND the dishes done. I’m talking about the big goals, the scary goals, the goals that, in my mind, give life real purpose.
I share many of the same dreams my Mysterista sisters do; a publishing deal, a successful book launch, sky high sales figures of said book. Those are the dreams. From those? Goals. Sadly, we can’t wake up from the dream and arrive at success, all within the same few minutes. But, we can let those dreams give birth to purpose, to direction.
I realize it’s May, but I’m finally setting my goals for the next few months. I’m going to finish the first draft (often lovingly called the “vomit” draft) of my novel-in-progress. I’m going to take a break from it, and write a couple of short stories. Then, I will begin revising that draft, moulding it into a stronger, tighter, better version of what it will eventually become. That’s it. Those are my goals between now and November. My dream of being a successful novelist, success being defined by a contract to start, has given birth to these goals. As I work toward these goals, I’m working toward my dreams, which is pretty darn cool.
I kind of love them.