I didn't make any New Year's Resolutions this year, thinking that it probably wouldn't make much of a difference since I never complete any of them.

I was wrong.

While it's true that my track record for completing resolutions is absolutely dreadful, taking a few minutes each month to check back in on myself and the meandering path I wander does keep me on my toes a bit. I blogged more, even though I was just as busy as I am now, because failure to meet my monthly entry count would be irritating. I prioritized travel and making art and other forms of self-care because it was always there at the back of my mind. I might not reach the final stage, but the list of annual goals at least promised that at some point I would give it a go.

But in 2018 I didn't feel like writing up a list, and now it's December 31st and I feel like I accomplished nothing this year except working like a dog for the bookstore. While that's nice and all, it's not really something I do for me. It doesn't really contribute to my self worth and peace of mind the way taking a ceramics class or something as silly as daily blog posts does. Simply put? It adds stress, while most of the things I put on my resolutions list takes stress away.

So in 2019 I am definitely going to jump back into the resolutions game. At this exact moment I don't know what that list is going to look like, but I'm going to give it a think for a day or two and come up with something because at the end of the year, it turns out I rather need that arbitrary annual meter to measure myself.