I spent the weekend thinking about how I want to improve myself this year. Because I think that should be the point to resolutions. Find something about yourself that you want to work on and dedicating yourself to that. After all, isn't that why we are all here? To evolve? To constantly grow?
And you know what, I couldn't come up with anything.
Yeah I could say I am going to work on improving my writing. But I'm already doing that so isn't that kind of cheating. I know I will continue to read and since I pretty much read three to four books a week I don't know how I can expand upon that.
Dieting is always a good one. I have said that one many a year. And it lasts for a little while, but this year I don't want to use that again. I thought about learning to knit, but I already know how to crochet and while I know they aren't the same thing...well I lost interest pretty quickly.
I thought about spending less time on social networks and more time socializing with people. I don't want to fall into the trap of becoming a shut-in because all of my time is dedicated to updating my blog or tweeting with folks. All of which I love, but I still want that real interaction. Then one of my tweeps recommended we do a meet and greet on skype and I am hoping to get to New York in the Spring for the writers convention so already social networking is becoming less virtual and more live.
So when we rang in the New Year what did I have in the way of a resolution? Nada. Nothing. No resolutions to fixate on or look forward to moaning over when I failed, of which I am prone to do. Well there was the one year I decided to learn to grill. I didn't actually master it, but I did learn some things and one of those was there is a reason why the Captain will always be in charge of the grill. There was also the year I decided to learn to skydive...I made it to the airfield. Hey that was a score in my book.