Realism
I have a problem. You see, when I accomplish something I seem to think I'm a master of it. I'll give you an example. Last year, in about March, Goodreads, my new website, had a little widget to set a goal for books read in a year. Some of my friends had set their goals, and they were all higher than I would have set mine. But I put in a number, and found I was already ahead of schedule. But after gardening season I was behind so I started to cheat. I got picture books and comic books from the library. I read my knitting books in a few hours and I counted those. December 31 I had four books to read, and barely managed to read enough knitting books that night. Much to my competitive dismay, none of my friends had finished their more ambitious goals. But there it was, the goal for books read in 2013 widget. My goal in 2012 was 75 books, and I barely accomplished it. So what did I do? I set my 2013 goals for 100 books. What? I have a full year to finish it.