I have goals but they are far smaller (and yet in some ways far larger) than those above.
I've just started to admit to myself that I have been very depressed in the last 12 months or so, and my goals at the moment are:
To be brave and face up to things which I've neglected over the past 12 months.
To learn to ask for help when I need it, rather than just putting on a smile and pretending to be fine.
To do the things around the house that need doing, and stop putting things off.
To learn to love myself a little bit more than I do right now.
To start deserving Fussy's love.
Phew - I think writing that was one baby step, right there.
