“Nothing can bring you peace except yourself.”  Ralph Waldo Emerson

The other day I overheard a conversation.  I wasn’t really listening but a woman was speaking at a volume that indicated she thought she had something amazing to say and wanted everyone to hear what was coming from her amazing mind.

It seems  she heard an interview with the quarterback, Brett Hundley, who’s taking the place or Aaron Rogers while his collarbone heals.  Yes, I live in Wisconsin.  She was appalled or something like that, because he said, according to her, that he pictures himself as a future NFL Hall of Fame quarterback.  The nerve!

Maybe she’s joined the Make America Mediocre Again movement.  Being a woman of class and great control, I did not join in on the conversation, which was happening on the other side of the room.  Instead, I mentally rolled my eyes.

I always thought, from my vast reading on the subject of becoming a better person, that setting goals was a way to become a better person.  Whatever that means.  And then I began to wonder about goals and being a winner.


There is a segment of society that focuses on thing goals.  These could be trophies, cars, TV’s, clothes, and anything else that might be a material part of life.  There’s always someone there, ready and able to sell you these thingy things.  And the promises that accompany these goals are amazing!

Then there are those “Make myself a better person” goals.  These might include exercise (ugh!), diet, mediation, 8 hours sleep, honesty, compassion, and an endless list given to us by a myriad of people who found “the answer”.  Trying to squeeze all these advised goals into one day can be exhausting.  But the promises for attaining these goals, which can be done after signing up on guru.org and paying a small fee to support the purchase of incense, can also be stunning, if nebulous.


Is she rolling her eyes too?

Finally, there is that tedious job of finding goals/activities that are so filled with happiness that they can be done without the need to brag on them.  Sometimes they don’t make money.  Sometimes they don’t have a finish line.  Going to have to think on this.

Loveya – The Grandma




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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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