Mid-life Crisis: Mission to be healthy just takes baby steps
I have always felt that goals and objectives are more suited to public limited companies than to actual human beings. I think it would be fair to say that any actual human being I've ever met who has clearly articulated goals and objectives, perhaps with a timetable for achievement of said objectives, has been a major asshole.
I have always tended to drift on in that Irishy way of thinking that what's meant for you won't pass you by, while simultaneously getting slightly bitter when things you didn't set out to achieve don't happen. So, for example, I regret that I have not travelled the world and that I don't travel more right now, but I do nothing about it either, or never have done. It's a kind of passive-aggressive approach to life.
I was reading an American self-help book by Chris Gardner, who was immortalised by Will Smith in the film The Pursuit of Happyness. I hasten to add that I was reading it because he was coming on the Saturday Night Show, in case you think I was trying to better myself, which being Irish passive aggressives yourself, you would scoff at. "Well would you look at him trying to better himself. Would he not just be happy to do nothing and then be disappointed like the rest of us?"