"I've decided that I might not make any big goals anymore, it is far too stressful," said the one.
The other responded. "Oh, I don't have any goals. I gave that up a long time ago."
At that precise moment my friend appeared so I have no idea the context nor the continuing conversation but still even a few day later, I"m finding that the conversation lingers.
Were they right? Do goals create stress? What is the correlation between stress and goals? What would life look like without goals? Would I accomplish anything without my goals?
Recently I've work-shopped "white on white" at a women's retreat and just the other day at a private school for students in grades 3 to 10. I was stressed going in -- really stressed - and just as stressed coming out.
It isn't easy policing the handling of white paint that can be so healing but also damaging as well as scarring if it is dripped and dropped in the wrong places. I felt the threat of an all-encompassing paint fight always looming. One moment when I felt it just might happen, it amounted to only a minor dab of white paint on the forehead on an innocent TA - but that was it. Somehow we managed to keep most of it on the little canvasses.
Yet - now looking back - was the stress was all worth it?
I think so - at least for me. I am still hearing about those little canvasses of white and how the experience of painting white on white touched those who allowed themselves to embrace the process.
It is a goal of mine to continue to paint white on white and share it with as many as want to paint with me. It isn't one of my big goals, just a small one, but still a goal none-the-less. Yet - it creates stress.
Now it seems I have a decision to make. Should I listen to the voices in the other booth whose faces I didn't see or should I listen to Tina Fey whose face I have seen?
According to this quote, it seems Tina thrives on her "Blorft" moments....
I was a little excited but mostly blorft. "Blorft" is an adjective I just made up that means 'Completely overwhelmed but proceeding as if everything is fine and reacting to the stress with the torpor of a possum.' I have been blorft every day for the past seven years. - Tina Fey