You wrote the list on January 1st
New Year's Day, a new planner, your best handwriting. Sing on a real stage. Finish the song. Be someone. By March the planner is in a drawer, and by November someone who loves you says it out loud: you say this every year.
Here is what that moment gets wrong. A list of twelve big goals is really twelve ways to feel behind. The first slow week makes the whole thing look impossible, so you stop opening it.
The dream was never the problem. You were handed a tool that was built to be abandoned.





