A new year begins today.  I’ve never been one to make a list of resolutions or goals for the new year.  I tend to do them all of the time.  Goals remind me of what is important in my life and what I enjoy doing.

Sometimes I spend my days wandering throughout the day hoping for something interesting to come along.  Sometimes I’m very directed in dedicating time and effort developing one of my interests.  I like both approaches but I always come back to the goals because they keep me grounded.

Each year that passes leaves memories of milestones, happy and sad, big and small.   I see milestones, ultimately, as opportunities to improve myself in some way.  I’m not one to be glad to end a year in anticipation of a ‘better’ year.  No single year in my life was full of only sad or bad things and so much of life is not in my control to make better.  The only factors I have control over are how I choose to handle the events in my life.  So, I look at each new year as just that, another year with more hours and days of choices.

Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit, and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these. –Susan B. Anthony (1820 – 1906)