Toward December, I was almost dreading the start of another year. It wasn't that the closing year had been bad; in fact, it had been a really good one. But I was worried about goal-setting, or, more accurately, goal-failing.
It happened every year: I would heroically set goals in January - new habits I wanted to develop, besetting sins I hoped to conquer - only to have reality set in around the end of February when I hadn't made any progress. Ultimately, with feelings of frustration and failure, I'd throw up my hands and give up on accomplishing any of my goals for that particular year.Read More