I’m not much for New Year’s Resolutions.
Dry January turns wet in a hurry, is what I’m saying. Now I don’t know if my issue keeping resolutions lies in swinging too big (Dry January) or too small (lose a few pounds), or if I was just too immature to get a goal and see it through 365 straight days. Whatever the reason, 2019 is going to be different, damnit. I’m an adult. Adults do this kind of stuff, right?
This year, I set myself several manageable (but not easy) goals for 2019. By putting them online I hope to keep them top of mind and use the power of public shame to keep myself on track. Without further ado, my resolutions:
- Publish a short story in a literary journal.
- Read 20 books.
- Spend less time on my phone.
- Learn to cook two things without needing to look up the recipe.
- Play video games only one day per weekend (not both…baby steps).
These aren’t extreme, but their cumulative effect will be life changing, or so I think. Can I imagine not playing FIFA 19 for five hours Saturday and Sunday? No, so that’ll be a big change.
Anyway, that’s my list. I’ll check back in with myself in a few months time to see how I’ve done. As for now, it’s Saturday. I’m trying really hard not to turn on FIFA.