It’s that time of year again. You know the drill. Somewhere between the excessive amount of gifts, obscene amount of cookies, and the turning of a calendar page (or, in my case, the recycling of one calendar and replacing it with another), most of us have at least a moment of panic. Panic about what we accomplished in the previous year and panic that we don’t have a plan for the next one.
Or maybe that’s just me.
It’s true. I’m a resolution maker. I try to hide it. I call them “goals” as if a goal is really any different than a resolution. I even type them up and hang them on my wall. That becomes convenient for the next year, when I don’t have to re-type the ones I didn’t achieve. I also organize my goals in categories — things like work and home, mental and physical health. There’s even sub-points to help me succeed.
Don’t get me wrong. I usually make some progress in some aspects of my resolutions. And I do believe I become a slightly better member of the human race by the end of each December. Not perfect. But better. Better at home. Better at work. Better mentally. Better physically. No aspect perfect. And probably too many goals to even be realistic. But better.
And so here’s my first blog post for 2018. The first of what I hope to be about 50 of them in 2018. I’d like to do one a week, but there’s probably going to be a few weeks that I miss for one reason or another.
50 seems reasonable. Attainable. And that’s one of the keys to meeting your goals. Make them attainable.
So here’s to the new year. To new goals. To old resolutions.
May you have a happy and healthy 2018. And if you make resolutions, feel free to share them. Maybe we can be on this crazy journey around the sun working toward the same things.