The Dreaded Goals

I'm back on track for Road Trip Wednesday questions. Here's this week's, hosted of course by the lovely ladies at YA Highway:
What are your goals for the new year---for reading, writing, or other?
I almost hate setting goals. Why? Well, either I fail at them miserably, or I push myself so hard that I lose sight of the enjoyment of the thing and of everything else. Ugh.

This is what I've figured out though...

I'm not setting a goal for reading this year. Last year I tried to read 100 books (I made it to 92). I was so focused on reaching that number that at times I read through something too fast without really savouring it, or I put other things aside so I could get some reading done. So this year, I'm just going to read when I can and when I want to and not try to rush it.

On the flip side, I always set a goal for my writing. Whether it's 1000 words a day when I'm writing a first draft, or in my case right now, I'd like to have my revision done before the end of January so I can send it to some betas. Writing for me isn't top priority, so it's easy for me to set it aside for something more important. Having a goal helps me to NOT do that. To make myself do it a little each day. While I love to write and it makes me all tingly inside when I do, I need a goal to keep it a constant in my life.

As for other goals, well, I really don't want to get into the eating right/exercising one, because that one just makes me frustrated.