The worst that could happen

In addition to the habit I picked up from Rachel to always list your "at least"s,
I made a habit of my own to say--If you do this, what's the worst thing that could happen?
And then it's O.K because, most of the time, the worst thing that could happen is really not so bad. Or, the worst thing that could happen is not actually a direct result from the risk that I'm about to take.

The worst thing that could happen never happened.
I'm alive!

Which means, it's not too late to change.
I'm changing.
Today I actually DREAMT I had a tidy room.
also today, i started tidying it up more.

A couple of days ago I had a nightmare I was being cheated on.
*the worst thing that could happen there had already happened*
and so from there, I'm ALIVE aren't I?! Hell yes!

Years ago, I said the worst thing that could happen is I will be all alone.
and I'm not.
I have myself and, after all, that's the best company you can get if you acquire the taste for it.

I'm meeting my new year's resolution faster than I thought, and in ways I did not even think of.

Speaking of which, new year's resolutions --strange idea.
do we aspire to be perfect by the age of 60?
If no one drinks, smokes, hurts their friends, gets hurt...if people listen more, talk more, are more attentive, less attentive, more/less obsessive or whichever direction they think they need to change towards, are they going to be perfect at the age of 60?
Even worse, are they going to turn into a boring piece of shit after they have lost all their peculiarities and the things that were their flaws?