Lover of Goals In my mind, my goals for the future can be quite vivid. The goals are so detailed and the end result so desirable that my daydreaming becomes identity. I love the destination so much that just thinking about it gives me pleasure. A Hidden Downside I have noticed a curious and frustrating pattern grow out of my daydreaming. The more I love the destination, the more I can picture myself achieving it, the harder it becomes to deal with the messiness of reality. In my mind, I have already achieved the goal, and so the struggle is an unexpected surprise. My identity has already accepted the fact of my future victory, and so every imperfect step causes annoyance. I find it much easier to avoid this cognitive dissonance, and focus my mind back on what is easy, effortless, and in my control. Often, this means retreating back …