What to do when you start realizing that the impossible-goals you picked for the year may have been picked from a place of scarcity and fear? When you start to question if they are impossible-goals that are moving you towards your greater good, your main purpose, your reason for this human life… or if they are just elaborate distractions-as-buffers disguised as impossible-goals?
Example 1: you pick impossible-goals to do all these things, learn all these things, make all this money… but halfway thru the year you wonder if your choices were truly inspired, or were motivated by trying to avoid the uncomfortableness of thinking “i’m not good enough, smart enough, rich enough, liked enough…”