Goal Setting

I am notoriously bad at setting goals. When presented with the necessity of goal-setting, or even day-dreaming, i invariably take one of two failure-ridden routes.

Sometimes, i fail to set a goal at all. I just don't feel ambitious enough, or adventurous enough, or just plain motivated enough to do much more than bumble along in life. This seems to work really well for some of my friends, and my desire to emulate them is surely my best excuse here. Nonetheless... it comes back to bite me. Fiercely.

In other cases, i set grandiose and extremely detailed goals, which are planned down to the T. Yeah. Those don't work out so well either. Case in point, i wanted to transfer my old cell phone number to whatever service could hook me up with the best cell phone.

I wanted a few very specific features, and, more importantly, didn't want other features as a "certain waste of money." Among these:

• Bluetooth (to integrate with my Powerbook)
  
• ringtones by incoming caller
  
• long battery life
  
• flip keypad (i'm always pushing those buttons in my pocketses)
  
• tiny as possible. no. a little smaller, please.
  
• free
  
• no camera (i'll never use that)
  

What i ended up with

• Bluetooth
  
• ringtones by incoming caller
  
• 315 hours of standby time (that's gotta be a typo, right? right?!)
  
• single-body keypad
  
• twice as heavy as the Motorola v66
  
• $100 out of pocket (i needed to pay an extra $10/month for more minutes in order to get the $100 rebate. You do the math.)
  
• and, of course, a camera.
  

Yeah. I sold my soul for Bluetooth

The other side of this is that Belinda, Stan, and Yvonne kept insisting i was "cool" tonight. Umm... no. I am the anti-cool. One might refer to me as "lukewarm", if that didn't have such negative Revelation connotations. Besides, if i were cool, i would hang out with the cool people from church more.

I don't, therefore i'm not. (i remember my logic!)