I Need an Impossible Dream

Rainy Maine Days

It occurred to me today that I have no true life goals. I have a bunch of things that would be nice to have happen, but nothing that drives me with the fear of failure or inspires me with the fire of true callings.

I watch the people who do have that spark accomplish improbable things (it’s only impossible till someone does it) and wonder what my main quest is supposed to look like.

I have nothing worth suffering for. Nothing that gets me up at 4am, nothing that keeps me up past midnight (other than the internet). I don’t even have a goal worth being mildly inconvenienced for.

I’m not sure what to do with this.

I know things that should motivate me, like getting a book(s) published, losing weight and getting in shape, making oodles of money at work, becoming good enough to make decent profits from my artwork, but… meh?

I want something measurable, something where success would lead into the next larger goal instead of being a set end point. Something that I can look back on and say ‘that used to be Impossible.’

I don’t know what that is yet, but I guess I’m going to start looking.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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