Here it is New Year's Eve day. And I'm still trying to figure things out. I gave up making New Year's goals a long time ago, as I kept failing at them.
Instead, I make promises. I occasionally break them as well, but I find that a promise made carries more weight (at least for me) than a formal goal. One of the promises I've made for myself for the new year is to find greater joy in small things. (Another one of those cliches.)
When I can do this, when I can feel and recognize joy in listening to songs by Primary children, in the softness of my cat's face against mine, in the appearance of the sun after a gray day, then I know I am on the right track.
This I know for sure: finding joy is more about recgonizing it than in searching for it.