Last year I made a New Year’s resolution only because a writing prompt more or less forced me to name one. I did, and as fate would have it, I failed miserably. I mean with the goal of laughing more and worrying less as a resolution, what could possibly go wrong? Well stupid me! Life stepped in and shit happened giving me plenty to worry about and little to be happy for. By December I had sunk into such a deep pit of depression I found it very hard to truly look forward to Christmas in any capacity which has never really happened to me before in that degree. Therefore, I am kind of against making goals of any sort. I live each day one day at a time and am thankful on the most part I got through each one with my sanity. Living life as it comes seems to work for me and I believe helps to keep the stress level to a minimum.
Setting goals and not meeting them is depressing so I tend to avoid that exercise. I try to expect less and then when I get more I am happy, and being happy is key.