I’m not much of a New Year resolution person. The lounging raccoon in the following Abominable Charles Christopher cartoon is more my speed:
Most people approach resolutions as all or nothing. "I will go to the gym three times a week." "I will quit smoking." "I will write 500 words a day." When that goal isn’t met, most people give up. Game over. Better luck next year.
For the past several years, I’ve resolved not to buy books. I love books and if I were wealthy, I’d support authors more. But I’m not and I can’t. Not to mention there is only so much room in my apartment. Every year, I end up buying a few books. It’s not many and it’s becoming fewer each year. This is because, when I do buy that first book of the year (for example, a new release by Peter S. Beagle), the embargo on book buying isn’t lifted. It’s still something I’ve resolved to do and will continue to do.
Mostly I’m writing this because I need to remind myself of it. My diet/exercise ratio has slid. My work ethic has been lacking. And there’s no reason I should let these things remain so. Every moment is a new beginning.