It’s three months and a week before 2018, but it’s not too early to think about goals. Once upon a time, I used to strongly poo poo New Years resolutions, seeing them as a wonderful way to hex your own self growth. Looking back, my ability to manage my own self growth didn’t really put me in any position to dismiss how anybody else does things, but I still think the word “resolution” encourages lofty dreams with no plans to encourage real follow through. (There’s probably a clever line to be had here about Thoreau’s castles in the air crashing helplessly to the ground.)
So, “resolutions” are still bad. Let’s call them goals.