January is that tricky part of the year when you either embrace new goals or opt not to set them at all. Goals can be very useful. We all like a nice pat on the back when we complete one. Just look how happy those football players are when their teammates give them a congratulatory pat on the butt for making a great play. It’s very rewarding to achieve a goal. But I recommend asking yourself, if you can actually achieve your goals. Or are they too lofty?
A good friend of mine set the goal of knitting a sweater without the aid of a printed pattern. She decided to follow a Venn diagram looking thing written in Norwegian. My advice was to ditch the sweater and head off to the 75 percent off sale at the mall. She could buy 3 sweaters for the cost of the organic baby llama yarn and what she’d save in frustration was priceless.
My goal was to get the Big Irishman, hubby, light of my life, ball and chain, to put a new roll of toilet paper in the empty holder. Definitely more mundane but no less frustrating.
Ditching the Big Irishman, over the TP issue, seemed a little extreme.
Never the less, I couldn’t understand his inability to accomplish this goal. After all it was easy to achieve. If you use the last piece of the snowy white stuff, the next logical step is to replace the lonely cardboard cylinder with a fresh roll so you don’t leave the next unsuspecting customer, aka, ME, drip drying or worse. So I ask, why isn’t obvious to him?
How could I get him to do perform that simple task? Leave a sign in the bathroom? No, he wouldn’t see it anyway without his glasses.
Much as I hate to admit it, I have to accept this shortcoming of his. Or rather change my shortcoming of expecting others to willingly accept my goals as their goals.
After all, there are worse things in life. I’ll probably contemplate a few when I’m perched on the throne in frustration.