Goals

I've got some Goals. With a capital "G". And I don't dare write about them here; not explicitly at least.

I think that planning gives me a sort of rush that doing does not. The excitement, the "what could be", the potential!! What I have to remember is what G's high school swim coach told him:

Potential means Hasn't Done Shit Yet.

Ouch, because that's what my plans are until I do them. I get the thrill from planning that more ambitious people get from doing and it is such a disservice to myself. So I have theorized that sharing my goals/plans gives me a premature sense of accomplishment and robs me of the satisfaction I could get from completing them.  And here's a short TED talk that refers to a study that backs this up.

And I've got some shit that I really want to do, so mum's the word for now.