My Best Beloved makes one resolution every New Year; not to kick a pig out of a zeppelin. He's always been spectacularly successful at keeping it. I've rarely made, and even more rarely kept, any resolutions. So this year I decided to try evolving rather than resolving. By which I mean, I suppose, that if I fall off the wagon on any of the private promises I make to myself, I shall simply clamber back up, instead of declaring that I'm a hopeless case and immediately dropping all my efforts.
It's a start, I suppose.