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.
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