Sometimes I think I make so many goals because just to feel proud of myself.
How sad is that?
But then when they don’t get accomplished, I feel like a fraud.
Because maybe I’m not the achiever I think I am.
So then I make new goals
And get really hyped about those
And I run with that hype for 6 months.
But then it fades and I decide I’m a changed woman and want a new goal.
So I make more goals.
And more goals
And still more
Goals
Because it’s not the goals I’m addicted to, it’s the newness. The revigoration.
The hype.
So I may not be a goal whore after all, but actually a hype whore?