I love a resolution. A goal. A dream board I can sink my teeth into. This passion for planning makes the beginning of the year feel like its own kind of holiday. I set aside a sacred afternoon, pull out my colored pens, and fill in a crisp new passion planner with visions for the time ahead.
(Perhaps appropriately for this year, my planner has not arrived and I’m totally fine and absolutely not bothered or anxious by that at all.)
This year, I’m trying to be better about setting goals that are more fluid and flexible, celebratory rather than self-critical, and that attempt to honor both self-care and self-improvement simultaneously. Inevitability, a reading resolution always makes its way onto my list, but while the last five years I’ve set a hard number for myself to hit, this year I’m thinking about things a little differently.Continue reading