For the longest time, I was the kind of person who had to have goals. I required them almost as much as oxygen. Short term, medium term, long term: I needed my life mapped out for me, with goals serving as signposts so I could feel like I was progressing and working towards something, that the things I was doing on a daily basis mattered and had a purpose above and beyond the immediate.
One of the biggest red flags that ever flapped in my face when married to Serge was the day I asked him about his goals. He had none, he said.