If you've ever read this blog before, you know I'm a person with goals. I'm EXTREMELY goal-oriented.
I guess you might call some of my goals "untraditional" though, since they aren't stuff like "be present" or "exercise 5 days a week." They're more things like, "finish coloring the negative space in this adult coloring book with a blue metallic gel pen," "think up some stupid observation and blog about it," or "spend less money on lunch." And sometimes, you don't even realize you had a particular goal until you've achieved it.
That's what happened last night, when I was hanging out with two of my sister wives. The one who hosted us texted the next day to report that her 12-year-old son, who was in self-imposed solitary confinement upstairs, told her we sounded like "drunken hyenas."
This was one of those moments when, with the help of two good friends, I achieved something remarkable and unexpected: sounding like a drunken pack of hyenas to a 12-year-old boy.