I’ve always hated the idea of goals.
In my early years, I was dealing with a mix of family turmoil, my own angsty artistic personality, and some rebelliousness that made goal setting seam like something either “pie in the sky” or akin to selling out. Over the years that followed, I got married, had two boy…
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