Own goals

Mija's been busy setting herself goals. Her frenzied flurry of activity has left me feeling rather lazy. Or at least somewhat directionless. It's not that I don't have any goals or ambitions, it's just that the ones I do have (or those that cycle through my mind most frequently) all seem to be based in the longer term (in time-frames best described as nebulous). There's precious little I have planned in the near term, which I'll classify as a bad thing. I have an unfortunate habit of tending towards... inaction, unless provoked, and I haven't really been provoking myself of late. For example, I passed by a bookshop last weekend and found myself buying more books, despite the fact I've made few inroads into the small mound I already have haphazardly stacked around me. It's a trivial example, but pretty much indicative of my approach to life at the moment. Mija's idea seems to be to publicly state her goals, in the hope that people will offer encouragement (or admonishment?) to her to see them through. It's a laudable idea, which I may yet regret giving too much thought to. I should probably start making a list.

On an unrelated note I arrived back earlier to discover that Mum had posted me the jobs section from The Scotsman. No explanatory note was attached. Coming from the head of a family not noted for its directness, this is tantamount to an order to return home immediately. I'll need to find out what she has to say for herself.