On again, off again.

Better.
Best.
Improve.
Goals. Goals. Goals.

Can you be happy without them? Is goal achievement the measure of a person? I guess, to a degree, it is. Achieving goals gives us a sense of power, a taste of success. But it bites when you miss the mark.

My downfall seems to be my inability to set realistic or short-term goals. I can tell you what I want to achieve at the end of the road, but I never think about the steps to get there as a necessary part of my goal-setting.

To top it off, if I hit a bump, I just get off the wagon all together; you know, because I failed the objective. I'm a all or nothing kinda girl, it would seem, and it often is NOTHING at all.

I'm almost 40, and the second unhealthiest person I know. I want to change that before my birthday in December. I'm setting goals to accomplish my mission. Little, but vital, changes I want to keep up for the rest of my life. Change my routines or, at the very least, begin to have a few and turn them into habits.

For this week, I will concentrate on tracking everything. Food, exercise, water, alcohol, and money. Change my 'if I don't see/think about, it must not be real' attitude.

About this shot: Trees at Parque El Nispero. Valle de Anton, Panama.