So, here we are. Jan. 1, 2017. Time for the annual ritual of focusing on goals for the new year. But, as I sit in my Austin apartment thinking about what those goals will be, I find I am having to resist a malaise that threatens to dampen the exercise. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way,” I think to myself as I sit in front of my computer, suffering from a bit of writer’s block in compiling my list for the year ahead.