Gypsy Goal Setting

Three years ago, Isaac and I were celebrating our third anniversary. It had been a whirlwind so far, with Isaac finishing college, me having a honeymoon baby, then having a 'surprise' second baby. We had moved five times, ending up in a nice little rental house close to my family and Isaac's new job.
I set three goals at that time. I was determined that the next three years would be tranquil. My goals were that we would celebrate our sixth anniversary with the same number of kids (2), live in the same house, and Isaac would have the same job.
As of Monday, we have failed at every one of those goals.
I remember feeling, as I proclaimed these goals, that I might be sealing some sort of fate for us. Like I was inadvertently rousing some demon to cause the opposite to happen. Failing the first two goals was really more like winning, though. Our baby girl has brightened our family immensely, and we love our big beautiful house in The Dalles.
As for Isaac losing his job, I feel strangely optimistic. Like it's an adventure. Perhaps we were getting too comfortable, too laxidasical in our middle-class lifestyle. It's time to shake things up, test our mettle. This is all easy to say, when it's only been three days and I haven't yet seen what the COBRA premium will be.
The moral of this story is, don't set goals. Not really. Keep setting goals, even big ones for the distant future. That way you won't be surprised, whether you achieve the goal or the opposite. And summoning demons is fun.