New Year's Resolutions?

I was never much one for resolutions when I was younger. I would look all around at all the people who said, "On January 1st I am going on a diet to lose 20 pounds," and I would see all those people "cheating" by sundown. Then, one year, on a lark, I wrote down 100 things I wanted to do in the new millennium. I don't know why, I just did. They ranged from the mundane (take up yoga again) to the insane (have another baby--um, that would make FOUR) to the seemingly impossible (sell my first novel).
Well . . . call it luck, fate, direction . . . by the end of that year, I had accomplished something like 22 things on the list. And my agent racked up, eventually, seventeen sales or something like that. Movie studios were routinely calling for first-looks at books. Things that seemed ludicrously extraordinary were becoming ordinary.
Thus began my process of writing down specific goals and treating January 1, as well as my birthday, as a contemplative time to figure out where I am and where I want to be. As a Buddhist, where I am is usually just fine. I'm always telling my kids to just be in the moment anyway. But I still dream and want to see places and I no longer think of any dream as out of reach.