I'm the kind of person who fights the temptation to carry regrets into the new year. It's supposed to be that proverbial blank slate, although there's nothing spectacularly different about January 1 versus December 31 that I've seen.
I'm trying to decide how NOT to keep lugging my regrets around with me. Like the relationship that ended badly this summer. Or the times I've slipped in my recovery process. Or that I still lack boundaries with dysfunctional people.
For a lot of people, New Year's is about resolutions, long lists of "I resolve to do X-Y-Z," or "I resolve NOT to do X-Y-Z."
I made resolutions when I was younger, and then got depressed because my resolve didn't last.
Now I make goals, instead. Then I've got something to work toward, but I don't feel like a failure if I don't meet one.
Still, I'm thinking this year about breaking my goals down into objectives. For Goal #1, maybe I'll have three objectives to accomplish so I can actually *achieve* Goal #1.
Right now, my goals look impossible. "Start getting regular exercise," for example. People keep telling me that my mood, energy, and overall health would benefit from spending time in the sunshine. I'm sure they would. I just also know that it isn't easy breaking twenty-plus years of having rarely exercised to suddenly take up something athletic and stay committed.
Or "Finish writing a book." I've got half a million books started (okay, not that many). I've only ever finished a few. Like, fewer than the number of fingers on one hand.
I also try to have a theme for the year, usually a Bible verse, or something that can be backed up with Scripture.
This year, I like "Don't just do something . . . stand there!"
Or, "Be still and know that I am God" (Psalm 46:10 NIV).