So, I'm taking a class about management this semester.
It was a requirement and it fills some hours, so whatever, yo.
This week has been kind of lax on assignments in my classes, so last night I got down to some of the first work in a bit. My assignment was about goals.
Specifically, I was to write about a time that I had focused on a set, specific goal and succeeded. No problem, right? No big deal.
Except it was. It is.
I didn't have an answer. Not at all. I thought and thought and came up completely at a loss. There was no time I'd worked and lost ten pounds to fit in a dress, no time I'd trained and slaved and crossed a finish line or worked by Lincolnian candlelight to finish a task. I mean, I finished high school, but seeing as how I'm not the subject of a premature-motherhood reality show, that doesn't really stand out.
I seriously felt like a one hundred and heirbferlcdnefity pound pile of marshmallow fluff.
Is everyone this inept? Is something missing inside me, some sort of drive? Is there a pill I can take that will make me focus and make me successful?
Does it always have to be like this?