Category: Habits

  • Writing Everything Down

    As we all know, Betsy is flailing around like a sock puppet trying to be a successful independent author / publisher. That’s not new. But now she has goals AND a production schedule. She seems to actually be interested in taking her game to the next level.

    However, Skipper, a chipmunk who is a Habit Implementation Specialist sent by the Muse Council to help Betsy develop and meet her goals, has asked Betsy to come see her in her office in Betsy’s brain. Whatever can she want? Isn’t she satisfied with the progress Betsy’s making?

    Let’s see….

     

     

    *Betsy walks into Skipper’s office* *throws herself down on the sofa across from Skipper’s desk*

    Whaaaaaaat?

    *Skipper looks up from the paperwork she’s been perusing* You’re here! Awesome! We need to talk.

    *Betsy flops back on the sofa and closes her eyes*

    Whhhyyyyy? I’m doing what you want me to do. I’ve got goals and a production schedule and everything.

    Yes. *Skipper shoves the papers aside and hops up on her desk* *Strikes cheerleading pose* But there’s still room for improvement!

    Oh, come on! *Betsy arches her back and stomps her feet against the cushion* I’m doing good!

    *Skipper considers her and settles onto her haunches* No you’re not. You’re wasting time.

    *Betsy settles back down* I am not. *She sounds uncertain*

    Right. *Skipper looks at Betsy with her big, dark eyes* How much time have you spent on social media or email in these last few weeks? How often have you checked your KDP dashboard or your Amazon rankings? Sound familiar?

    Maybe I get on the Internet a little bit. Now and then. *Betsy sits up and picks at a thread on the sofa cushion* *Mutters* I have a stupid production schedule.

    *Skipper sits and folds her little paws on her little knee* Do you actually want to hit it?

    *Betsy sticks out her bottom lip*  Yesssss.

    Then it’s not good enough for you to just HAVE a production schedule and goals. You need to work towards them consistently. And that means you can’t waste all of your time.

    *Betsy’s pout deepens* I sit down at the computer. I sit down every day. And I make time to write, too!

    *Skipper cocks her head* And do you write?

    *Betsy picks at the thread* *Mutters* Sometimes.

    Sometimes. And sometimes you don’t do anything but surf the web. You’re making the time, but you’re also getting pulled down rabbit holes into unproductive paths.

    *Betsy scowls at her* Okay, fine. Yes. I surf the web sometimes. But I’m writing, too. So, what does it matter? I’m getting things done.

    It matters because you might be able to work more efficiently and maybe even hit that production schedule you’re so proud of making. But first, you have to see what you’re really doing.

    *Betsy’s scowl deepens* How am I supposed to do that?

    *Skipper smiles* You need to write everything down and track it.

    *Betsy gapes at her* Everything? You mean EVERYTHING everything?

    *Skipper nods* Everything. When do you sit down to write? How much time are you spending? How many words are you writing in that time? What are you writing? Your fiction? A blog post? Everything.

    Oh, good gravy! *Betsy jumps to her feet and flails her arms* I can’t do all of that!

    Yes, you can! *Skipper pumps both paws in the air*  And you need to write down that production schedule and post on your refrigerator, not squirrel, excuse the expression, it away in a notebook somewhere.

    *Betsy puts her hands to her head* That’s so much!

    But wait, there’s more! You also have to write out a task list to tell you the things you need to do that are not connected with the actual writing.

    *Betsy’s face crumples* But whyyyyyyyy?

    Because. You need to shine a light on your process and make it solid. You need to find out what’s really going on and keep it in your mind. You need to know what needs to be done and when you need to do it. That’s the only way we’ll be able to make things better.

    *Betsy crosses her arms and stomps her foot* I hate you.

    No, you don’t. And this is important. Writing everything down makes you aware of what you’re really doing, what you need to do, and by when. Not just what you imagine is happening. It will be a first step we can build on.

    *Betsy gapes* There will be more?

    Yes! Yes! *Skipper’s patience is fraying* Do you want to do this thing or don’t you?

    *Betsy drops her head and scuffs her foot on the floor* *Bottom lip is protruding to a dangerous degree* *Mutters*
    I want to do it. It’s just that it’s such a paaaiiiiinnn to do all of this work.

    *Skipper sighs* We have to know. For example, are you writing more in the morning or the evening?

    I write more in the morning.

    *Skipper holds up a paw* No, you WANT to write more in the morning. But how much are you ACTUALLY writing in the morning?

    *Betsy frowns* I sit at the computer in the morning.

    *Skipper puts her paws to her head and tears out a little fur* Oh, for heaven’s sakes. Do me a favor and just fill in a darned spreadsheet, would you? If you want to write in the mornings, and you’re not writing in the mornings, then we need to change things up so you DO write in the mornings.

    *Betsy shuffles her feet* Okaaaaay.

    And don’t forget the production schedule and the task list. Track everything. Because you can’t tell what you need to change until you see it.

    *Betsy pouts* And I really have to do all of this?

    *Skipper shrugs* Only if you want to get better.

    I want to get better.

    Well?

    *Betsy sighs* Okay.

     

    To be continued…

  • Mundane Life Tasks

    claraWhen we last left Betsy, she had just published the digital version of her newest book on all platforms and was working diligently on the print version. But publishing, as you might expect, sucks up a lot of time. What about all of the other little things you have to do in life? What about the dishes? What about vacuuming? Are those things getting done as well?

    The short answer is—no.

    Let’s join Betsy as Skipper, the Habit Implementation Specialist (and a chipmunk) sent by the Muse Council, tries to get her to see that she needs to deal with these little mundane tasks, too. 

     

    Betsy enters her brain* *walks down frontal lobe* *stops*

    You’re new. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.

    I’m Clara.

    You sound congested.

    Allergies.

    *Betsy considers the fuzzy gray blob standing in front of her* What are you, anyway?

    I’m a dust bunny.

    I have a dust bunny in my brain?

    Obviously.

    Well, that explains a lot. So, why are you here?

    We’re overpopulated out in your living room. I was looking for my own place.

    *Betsy thinks* I’m not really sure how I feel about this. I mean it’s one thing to have the Guide for my Quest and my Muse, and Coffee and Skipper, the Habit Implementation Specialist chipmunk, all living in my brain, but having actual dust living in my brain seems wrong.

    *Clara sits on haunches* You’re the one who never vacuums. Dust was bound to get into your brain sooner or later.

    Still..

    Clara? *Skipper hops down the frontal lobe* Where did you—oh, there you are. Hi, Betsy.

    *Betsy points* Did you know I have a dust bunny living in my brain?

    Sure.  I invited her to move in.

    You did? *Betsy stares at Skipper* Why, for heaven’s sake?

    Because I think we need a Life Task Specialist on Team Betsy.

    *Betsy looks at Skipper* *Looks at Clara* *Looks back at Skipper*

    A dust bunny?

    Come to my office.

    *Betsy and Clara follow Skipper to her office* *Betsy closes door behind her*

    What’s going on?

    *Skipper takes seat behind her maple desk* First, I’m quite pleased with how your “Tiny Task Initiative” is going (see this blog post for details).

    *Betsy sits in visitor’s chair* Yeah, I’m doing good, right? Check marks on my calendar almost every day. And the days I don’t get check marks, it’s because I’ve got a deadline for one of the tasks, so I can’t get them all done. But I’m actually working.

    Yes, yes. *Skipper flaps paw* You’re doing very well.

    *Betsy preens*

    But there are some important things slipping through the cracks.

    *Betsy droops* There are?

    *Clara hops over to desk* *Jumps to sit on top of it*

    Did you know the corner behind the cupboard has been declared a hazardous zone? They’re advising all visiting dust bunnies to wear masks. *Clara sneezes* And when dust bunnies think it’s dirty, you’ve got a problem.

    Have you noticed that I’ve been busy?

    Yes. *Skipper folds paws* That’s what we need to talk about. Although it’s wonderful to see you making progress on your tiny tasks, there are things in your life other than writing that you have to take care of as well.

    *Betsy throws up hands* What do you want from me! Either I’m going to be a writer, or I’m not!

    *Skipper holds up a paw* First- you ARE a writer. Period. Second, there are things that happen in day-to-day life, things like mowing the lawn and paying the bills, that you can’t totally ignore.

    *Betsy slumps* Really?

    So, we need to give those things some importance too.

    *Betsy slumps further in chair* Yeah? How? I only have so many hours in the day.

    *Skipper jumps up on her desk to sit next to Clara* I know. And it’s true that writing has to take priority with your time. But you can’t keep putting off the little tasks of life. It’s called balance, and it’s stressing you out. Not to mention the fact that you’ve incurred late charges on some things just because you didn’t take the time out of the weekend to pay the bills. And don’t get me started on the taxes.

    Okay. *Betsy sighs* I guess stuff has to happen. But I still don’t know when I’ll do it all.

    *Skipper dangles back paws off desk* You’re going to do what you’ve been doing with the writing. You’re going to add another tiny task.

    *Betsy looks up* I am?

    *Skipper nods* Yes. You will have five tiny tasks to do every day. 50 words of new fiction. 50 words of new other stuff. 1 minute of walking. 5 minutes of publishing / business stuff. And 5 minutes of life tasks.

    *Betsy sits straighter* I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know if I can handle five tasks every day.

    *Skipper shrugs* I think your biggest problem is being overwhelmed. It seems like too much to do, so you don’t do anything. You’re going to have to chip away at it. You need to create a disciplined, structured environment to write, not ignore something until you have to run around like an idiot to take care of it at the last minute.

    *Betsy thinks* So, don’t run away from life or use the writing as an excuse. Take care of the routine bits and pieces of life a little at a time.  That way I’ll make some progress, and they won’t build up and choke me?

    *Skipper bounces to her feet* *Strikes cheerleading pose* By George, you’ve got it!

    *Betsy sighs* Okay. *sighs again* Guess I’ll get out the vacuum cleaner.

    *Clara hops off desk*  I’d better go tell the family to head out of town until you’re done.

    Great.

     

    To be continued…

     

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  • Objectives, Part 1

    fairytaleBetsy’s starship is lurching around the galaxy. THE book she’s been working on for endless millennium has been released into the wild.  So what’s next?  What path will Betsy traverse?  What mountain will she climb?  Will she lounge upon her sofa eating bon-bons? Or will she buckle down and keep moving?

    Let’s see….

     

    Our Cast of Characters-

    Betsy – an author of undetermined talent and so-so perseverance who is on a Quest to become a successful independent author and, perhaps, a successful human being.

    Harry – a white gerbil who is the Guide for Betsy’s Quest. If he can help Betsy dream the impossible dream, the Muse Council (the governing body of all Muses, Guides, and Questors) has promised he might become a white rabbit or maybe even a white stag. He’ll have earned it.

    Muse – Betsy’s Muse.  She’s a smart-ass.

    Skipper – a chipmunk who is one of the best Habit Implementation Specialists the Muse Council has to offer.

    Coffee – the caffeinated beverage of champions.

     

    Betsy  lounges on the comfy sofa in Harry’s office in her. She’s eating bon-bons. Harry is sitting on the tallest tower of his gerbil habitat, working on his gPad (an iPad-like device made specifically for Quest Guides, who tend not to have opposable thumbs). The Muse is sitting in an armchair doing a crossword puzzle. Skipper is practicing her high-kicks while watching an improving television show. Coffee is percolating.

     

    I can’t believe it’s finally done. *Betsy stretches* THE book is finally finished.

    Right. *Harry swipes a paw across his gPad*

    It is! *Betsy sits up and glares at Harry* It’s done. It’s available everywhere.

    *Harry doesn’t look up* It’s not on Google Play.

    Because I can’t make it available there. *Betsy’s glare becomes ferocious* It’s an ebook.  It’s a print book. Boom!

    It’s not an audio book. *Harry swipes paw*

    And it won’t be unless I inherit a couple thousand dollars.  I think I’m doing good.  You saw how much trouble I had creating that print book.  It took HOURS.  Now it’s done and looks professional.  Mostly.

    Yup. Swell. *Harry swipes* You need to write the first newsletter.

    *Betsy’s eyes fill with tears* Why are you being mean?  Can’t you just tell me I did a good job?

    *Harry sighs and puts aside his gPad* *crosses little arms on edge of tower* *looks at Betsy*  Of course you did a good job, babe.  But you can’t rest on your laurels.

    I’m not resting on laurels! I don’t even know what laurels are. *Betsy shoves box of bon-bons behind her back and tries to hide them*

    Yeah? *Harry waves paw* So, what are you working on over there?

    Okay, maybe I’m not working this second, but I’m working.  I’m working on the next book.  Right, Muse?

    *Muse works on her crossword puzzle* Sure.

    *Harry leans back* You’ve made some progress on the book, but you’ve also been watching a lot of Netflix.

    *Betsy pouts* I was resting.  I’m allowed to rest, darn it.

    You’re scared. *Muse doesn’t look up from puzzle book*

    *Betsy frowns at her* Am not.

    Are too.  You don’t think you can do it again.  *Muse hums* What’s a four letter word for “difficult?”

    Hard.  And I’m not scared because it’s hard.  *Betsy shifts on sofa*  Time just seems to get away from me. I get sidetracked.  Then I look up and three months have passed and I really haven’t done the important thing – like write.

    I zink you need me *Coffee passes over a cup* Espresso? Double shot.

    *Harry shudders in horror* For the love of all that’s holy do NOT give her espresso.

    *Muse looks up* What’s a six letter word for “disturbed?”

    Psycho. *Betsy pouts*  And I want coffee.

    *Coffee leers* I know you do, my little non-dairy creamer.

    You don’t need coffee.  *Skipper bounces over to stand on coffee table*  You need objectives!

    *Betsy frowns* Objectives?

    *Skipper stops bouncing to roll her eyes* Oh for Pete’s sake, we’ve talked about this all before!  Why do you think I’m here?  For my health?  Yes!  Objectives!

    *Betsy smiles sheepishly* I forgot.

    *Muse snorts*  See?  Scared.  What’s a ten letter word for “frightened?” With a hyphen?

    Scaredy-cat. And I’m not. *Betsy sounds unsure*

    Do you really want to be successful with this whole writing gig?  *Harry demands*

    Yes? *Betsy sounds even more unsure*

    Then Skipper’s right. You need objectives. *Harry nods* You need a plan.

    *Betsy frowns* I know what I want to do.

    *Skipper sighs* Maybe you do, in a mushy-mind kind of way.  But if you are serious about upping your game, you need a plan.  Which, hello!, I’ve told you before.

    Really? *Betsy looks at Harry, Muse, and Coffee* *Harry and Muse nod* *Coffee sips*

    Oh, for the love of…Yes!  You do! Unless you want to wait four more years to publish your next book. *Skipper scowls a cute little scowl*

    No. *Betsy chews her lip* So, what do you want me to do?

    *Skipper pulls a tablet computer from her fur* *taps in a few keys* Go read the blog posts you’ve already written on this subject. Think about what you want to do.  What’s your overall desire? What are you trying to achieve? Think big picture and long term.  Then come back and we’ll chat. It’ll be easy. *Skipper snickers*

    O…okay.  *Betsy’s eyes grow wide with alarm*

    *Muse looks up from her puzzle* What’s a seven letter word for “wishful thinker?”

    *Betsy gulps* Dreamer?

    *Muse smiles*  Right.

     

    To be continued…

     

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  • Skipper Returns

    37903_340Previously on Betsy’s Blog…

    Betsy and Harry, the Guide for her Quest to become a successful indie authorpreneur – and a gerbil – have been meeting with Skipper, Habit Formulation and Implementation Specialist – and a chipmunk.  Skipper has given Betsy lots of good advice, but when last we met Betsy was almost led astray by a Minion of Misdirection!  Egads!  Thank goodness the real Harry showed up in time to keep Betsy on her path.

    Now Skipper has returned to see what’s going on.   Has Betsy actually made progress on her assignment – to develop the habit of writing every day?  Has she already failed miserably and fallen into the pit of despair always bubbling in her mind?  Or has she just gone out for ice cream?

    Let’s see….

     

    *Betsy walks into her brain* *Looks around*  Harry?  Are you–  Skipper!  You’re back!

    I am!  *Skipper waves from top of gerbil habitat*  It’s AWESOME to see you again!

    I thought you’d given up on me and gone back to the International Muse Council.

    That was just a lie the impostor gerbil told you, doll.  *Harry climbs up on edge of habitat*  Skipper here was always coming back.

    Yeah, I was called away for an emergency Bad Habit Regression Intervention.  *Skipper rolls eyes*  Musicians.  Don’t get them anywhere near gin.

    Oh, but I’m so glad you’re here!  *Betsy claps hands* *jumps up and down*  *brain sloshes*

    Easy, there.  And look at you with your peppy pants on.  *Skipper stuffs peanut into cheek pouch*  I’m not saying I can stay forever, but I’ll be popping in regularly until we have some good habits established.  You’re still in the Good Habit Formation Infancy stage.

    And you always have me, babe.  *Harry smacks his chest with a paw*  I’ll Guide the hell right out of you.

    *Betsy smiles*  I know you will.

    *Skipper stuffs another peanut into her other cheek pouch*  So, how awe you doin?

    *Betsy studies Skipper*  How can you even talk with your cheeks stuffed like that?

    Pwactice.  *Skipper chews for a moment* *Swallows strenuously*  This way I carry enough snacks around with me for the whole afternoon.  So?  How’s your habit implementation program going?

    Pretty good.  *Betsy sits on sofa*  I think I’ve written every day for the past two weeks and I’m making a lot of progress. *Betsy looks at Harry*  Right?

    *Harry nods*  *Beams*  It’s been aces, doll.

    It’s amazing how much more…fluid everything seems when I’m working every day.

    Good, good.  *Skipper pulls tablet computer from fur*  *taps in a few notes*  What is your schedule?

    Well  *Betsy leans forward*  I went through my time and what I do and all and I told myself I would write two hours every day.  I said two hours every day, seven days a week, 365 days a year.  I also said, “damn it!”

    Two hours a day?  *Skipper looks up*  *Raises eyebrows*  That’s ambitious.  I mean, other authors would spit at two hours a day, but your schedule gets kind of packed and you’re not that good at prioritization yet.

    I know.  I’m sure  it doesn’t seem like a lot of time to some people, it is kind of ambitious for me.  *Betsy chews bottom lip*  I just wanted to, well, stretch.  I seem to do better when I have to reach for something instead of settling for what is easy.  It’s like if I think I can do it, I let it go until the last minute.  And then I don’t get it done because I’ve waited too long.  But if I’m pushing my boundaries I do the work because I know I don’t have a choice.

    Okay, but you can’t let it be oppressive either.  *Skipper frowns*  If you’re going to smack yourself down, that’s no good either.

    I haven’t been meeting the goal every day.  *Betsy shrugs*  But so far I haven’t been beating myself up too badly when I don’t make it.  And when I do make it, I really feel like I’ve accomplished something.

    *Harry touches Skipper’s arm* I’ll keep an eye on her and try to Guide her if it seems she’s getting too self-abusive.  But so far she’s doing pretty well.  She’s even getting work done, which is kind of a miracle.

    So the Muse has been showing up?

    Oh, yes.  *Betsy smiles*  Sometimes she waits. I think she’s testing me and wants to see if I’m serious.  But I keep going and then suddenly she’s there talking to me!  It’s freaking awesome!

    *Skipper nods*  I know.

    It’s just so freeing to work regularly.  *Betsy thinks*  To not have to feel guilty because I didn’t work, because I DID work, if you know what I mean.

    *Skipper looks confused*  Not really.

    I want to try to keep it up.  I’m so glad I started this habit.  I feel….*Betsy thinks*  Complete.

    *Skipper smiles*  Good.

     

    To be continued…

     

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  • Skipper

    skipperPreviously on Betsy’s Blog…

    Harry, Betsy’s Guide on her Quest to become a successful independent author / entrepreneur, has returned from a short stay with the Muse Council and he’s ready to rock and roll!  He wants to help pull Betsy out of the mire of her own neurosis, kick her in the butt, and lead her on her way down the path to success.  But to do that, he needs Betsy’s cooperation, doesn’t he?  And that means giving Betsy the tools she needs to change.  

    A whole big crapload of tools.

    Now as Betsy’s consciousness naps in the frontal lobe of her brain, a new voice enters the picture.  Who is this?  What does it want?  How can it help, if help it will?  Join us and we’ll see….

     

    Betsy!

    *snore*

    Oh, Betssssyyyyyyy….

    *Betsy turns on side* *smacks lips*

    Helllloooooo….

    *Betsy snuggles deeper into pillows*

    Betsy! Betsy! Betsy! Betsy! Betsy! Betsy!

    Ah!  What? Where? Who? *Betsy jerks into sitting position as her brain rocks back and forth* *looks wildly around frontal lobe* *sees figure standing nearby*  Who the hell are you?

    I’m Skipper!

    *Betsy rubs eyes* *Blinks* You’re a chipmunk.

    I’m Skipper the Chipmunk! I’m your Lifestyle Coach!

    *Betsy blinks again* My…huh?

    Harry told me all about you and I am Here To Help! *Skipper stands on back legs* *puts paws on hips*

    Uh huh. HARRY!

    Whaaat? *Harry strolls into frontal lobe* What do you…oh, hey Skips.

    *Betsy points at Skipper* Explain. Now.

    Okay, look.  *Harry saunters over to sofa and jumps up on arm*  When I was at the Muse Council, I was talking to people about you, you know?

    *Betsy glares*  Were you?

    Yeah.  I needed some advice.  And here’s the scoop.  You’re like a whole person, right?

    Last time I checked.

    So the successful independent author stuff is kind of dependent on the rest of your life, right?

    Right.

    Skipper here *Harry waggles his forepaw at the chipmunk* has an advanced degree in Habit Formulation and Implementation.  She’s like a freaking guru.

    *Betsy looks at Skipper*  *Skipper itches chin with back paw*  You can’t be serious.

    Oh, he totally is! *Skipper claps paws together and snaps off a salute*  Reporting for duty!  I’m Skipper, the skipper of your ship of habits!  I can help you build them up… *waves paws in air* And I can help you break them down. *swipes paws to the side*

    *Betsy turns back to Harry*  What are you doing to me?

    Look.  *Harry settles on haunches*  Skipper’s in a lot of demand with the other Guides.  She specializes in cases like yours where time constraints and other, um, mental factors make effective Habit Development  essential for the successful completion of a Quest.  She’s like an expert in figuring out how to fit a lot of life into a little time.

    *Betsy looks at Skipper*  Really?

    Oh, yeah!  Totally!  *Skipper hooks paw in side of mouth*  *Pulls mouth out until it folds back on itself* *lets it snap back into shape*  Did you see my really cool cheek pouches?

    I did and I never want to see them again.

    Well, I can fit TONS of nuts in there!  TONS!  I can fit a whole CASELOAD of nuts in there! *Skipper beams proudly*

    Wonderful.

    I can fit and entire DELIVERY TRUCK of nuts in there!

    Got it.

    Do you have any nuts?

    Harry.  *Betsy holds out her hand to Harry*  Make her stop.

    Hey Skips *Harry pats Skipper on her shoulder*  Less enthusiasm, okay?

    *Skipper pouts*  You promised me this was going to be a fun gig.

    It will be.  Trust me.  *Harry’s eyes slide away to the left*

    *Betsy draws in a deep breath*  Okay.  Okay.  So let me see if I’ve got this straight.  You *points at Skipper* are an expert in training people to develop habits that help them fit a lot into a little.

    I sure am!  *Skipper glances at Harry*  Um *cough*  I mean, yes.

    *Betsy arches eyebrows at Harry*  Habits, huh?

    Look, you’re always whining about how you don’t have enough time to do crap, or how you aren’t productive, or how you eat wrong and then your brain gets all screwed up, or how you have trouble dealing with extreme emotions.  Skipper can help with all that.

    Habits.  *Betsy considers Skipper* *Shrugs*  Well, I haven’t been doing all that well on my own, so what the heck.  What’s another character in my head.  Hit me with your best shot, ‘Munk.

    Oh, goody!  *Skipper claps paws together* *Pulls glasses from a fold of her fur and puts them on* *pulls tablet computer from another fold of fur* *turns it on*  First I need to know a little bit about your goals and aspirations.

    Oh.  Okay *Betsy glances at Harry then back to Skipper*  Why?

    Harry said you were screwed up, but he wasn’t specific.  Now. *Skipper peers over glasses*  Goals?

    Well, to be an independent author / entrepreneur.  This whole, um, Quest thing, you know.  The blog. *Betsy gestures at Harry* Him.

    Uh hmmm…*Skipper taps on tablet*  Good, good.  Anything else?

    Why does it matter?

    Because, as Harry said, you’re a whole person.  So your goals aren’t separate, they’re, like, all you.  And they all have to fit into life, have priority, that sort of thing.  So we need to get them all out on the table and look at them, you know?  And we have to look at the steps required to achieve each one and how you’ll know when you have.  Then we worry about habits to support them.

    *Betsy scratches her head*  I didn’t know there’d be goals.  I hate goals.

    You hate goals?  *Skipper stares at Betsy, aghast*  How have you achieved anything in your life without goals?

    *Betsy shrugs*

    *Skipper looks at Harry*  This is going to take a while.

    *Harry sighed*  I kind of figured.

     

    To be continued…

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