Speaking strictly for myself, New Year Resolutions are a fool's errand. To me, it's more like New Year, same me. I mutter to myself that I should fall in line and make promises to myself and others that there will be changes. I realize that yes, I am writing this on New Year's Eve. My want for change is there, sure.
I have said this one countless times, New Year or not: I have to get away from social media. I just think of all the reading I could accomplish if I stayed away from Facebook.I don't want to know what kind of cat I am, or what kind of car I would have driven in the 50's, or anything like that. Half the links posted are scams. I don't want to know about your sourdough bread, which is mostly jealousy since I have yet to make a successful sourdough. I'm glad you're dealing with the pandemic. It's real.
Nevertheless, yes, I have goals that I have set for myself, ones I have mentioned and failed at previously. The aforementioned social media, I'm done. I want to write more (look at me, I'm writing right now) both on the blog and otherwise. I want to read more (since I finally have new glasses) and make more art. I want to go on more adventures, big and small, with Valerie (once the pandemic passes).
The one social media site I am sticking with, at least for now, is Instagram. It has been beneficial to me since it's the one place I share my art. I do post non-art pictures, but rarely. Instagram, although owned by Facebook, is where I go to be inspired. I do not post memes there, although you occasionally will see food I have prepared that I'm especially proud of. You can follow me here.
So, I am digging my heels in for the winter. I have coffee, I have art projects. I have plenty of books to read, although I don't let that stop me from buying more. Here is a sample of what I intend to read in the coming months.