Living in the New York was always a dream of mine, and I have wanted it for so long, I don’t remember a time when I didn’t want it. I know for sure that I wanted it when I was in the 11th grade, and I feel it was something tart I wanted when I started theatre in the 9th grade which puts me about 14. But, I can’t remember a time when it wasn’t a goal. It was so much a goal that I have kept a New York quarter with me, in my pocket since 2001, when the Fed started issuing those quarters, as a daily reminder where I was going.
I believe in the power of a goal, because I am here now, and I seem to have etched out a life and family in this place. I might not be top of the heap, but I am in the heap.
And having a goal was something that my Grandma always kidded us about. “You gotta have goals. If not, then you have nothing to look forward to.” Rather sage grandmother wisdom. This phrase, and I can hear it coming out with that Midwestern accent of hers, has stuck with me. Usually, when things get down and I wonder what it is I am doing in life, her phrase will come back to me.
Get a goal, any goal, and work towards something. No matter what, the feeling of accomplishing something, even a little thing, is better than the feeling of having wasted a day.
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