Moving Goalposts

Some days you can feel as though you're on top of everything and it all makes completes sense. The goalposts to a job being completed are clearly signposted and you can tick them off as you progress.

Other days you can feel as though you're sinking and no matter how many goals you tick off a few more appear on the horizon and nobody warned you they'd be there.

I set myself goals and these are added to what everyone else has decided I need to do. So they multiply and the list gets longer and falls off one page onto two and suddenly you're staring at a tunnel of objectives and no light to shine on them for clarity.

It's deeply frustrating and I'm the sort of person who needs set targets to reach. If you change the targets it's like you've personally attacked me and ruined my day for fun. I know that's not what actually happens but it definitely feels personal sometimes.

I have 2 new pieces of work to hand in on Monday that weren't mentioned until now and it will go towards my course outcome. I've been working on this outcome for a year and three months and a curve ball like this is not welcome at all.

But I'll get it all done somehow and come out happier the other end for being tested and pushed. So I shouldn't complain. I'll try and stop complaining this afternoon.

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