I've always felt that true goals involve a burning desire. Like a strong craving, the goal becomes an irresistible obsession. Trouble was, I never really had one. Until now.
Commuting this morning, I guess my sewing went supernova. All I could think about was getting home to improve a piece I'm working on. And maybe just focusing on that one piece until it was really good, whatever I had to do, and then moving in to the next piece.