New Year's Resolutions.... Or No???

So I hear a lot of different opinions on New Year's Resolutions. I have friends that faithfully set them each and every year and I have friends who are adamantly against them. Here is my take on the NYR.

First, I think the end of the year is a perfect time to do some deep reflecting. I do a lot of reflection anyway - sometimes too much honestly. But I really spend some time on it at the end of every year.

Usually reflection creates in me a desire for change and improve in at least a couple of areas.

Second, I am a very goal oriented person. I find goals to be motivating. So instead of calling them New Year's Resolutions I just call them goals.

I know I hear so often that there is no point in setting a NYR (or a goal for the new year) because they will just fail anyway. Well, if you don't set them at all you don't have the chance to achieve them either. I would personally rather potentially fail if it also meant I had the potential to achieve something great. But that is just me.

Finally, setting good goals is a skill. They need to be achievable but also stretch me a bit too. They can't seem so impossible that they become discouraging but they can't be so easy that they become meaningless or insignificant.

Happy goal setting! Or not. 😊

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