I love the new year! I always feel overly enthused and, under the influence of heady enthusiasm, set about dreaming up lofty goals for myself. The goals are carefully worded, laid out in color-coded calendars, accompanied by checklists and a series of rewards for accomplishing each one. Then, a few weeks into the year, I like to suffer from a mild breakdown and revisit the dreaded Wunderlist 2015 Goals! inventory, hacking away at the unnecessary branches.
Cycle to work 3 days a week, rain or shine!
becomes
Cycle to work...when it feels right.
Learn to salsa dance!
becomes
Learn to eat salsa.
Write a new song on the guitar.
becomes
Prop the guitar up in the corner of the room for decoration and/or coat rack.
becomes
Cycle to work...when it feels right.
Learn to salsa dance!
becomes
Learn to eat salsa.
Write a new song on the guitar.
becomes
Prop the guitar up in the corner of the room for decoration and/or coat rack.
So, January 15, 2015, I’m into you! The ides of January; I hear it’s the new New Year’s.
I've quelled my enthusiasm and am ready to revamp my reading goals.
I love reading great children’s literature, and I have a real buzzinga crush on adult fiction—the good stuff. The Philip K. Dick, the Gabrielle Garcia Marquez, The White Tiger, A Visit from the Goon Squad, the Zora Neal Hurston, the Kurt Vonnegut, the Raymond Carver. Mmm-mmm!
It’s not always easy to read a book you love. I have a certain affection for Confederacy of Dunces, but it always takes me a good six-month stretch to work my way through the whole thing. It’s not a page turner, but every page has a juicy little nugget that keeps me going.
So this year I want to read something fabulous and demanding. Something lovely and daunting. Something epic and gristly—what could that be? I’ll have to let you know come 2016.
Here is a selection of titles of which I plan to tackle a modest five or six during the year.
I've quelled my enthusiasm and am ready to revamp my reading goals.
I love reading great children’s literature, and I have a real buzzinga crush on adult fiction—the good stuff. The Philip K. Dick, the Gabrielle Garcia Marquez, The White Tiger, A Visit from the Goon Squad, the Zora Neal Hurston, the Kurt Vonnegut, the Raymond Carver. Mmm-mmm!
It’s not always easy to read a book you love. I have a certain affection for Confederacy of Dunces, but it always takes me a good six-month stretch to work my way through the whole thing. It’s not a page turner, but every page has a juicy little nugget that keeps me going.
So this year I want to read something fabulous and demanding. Something lovely and daunting. Something epic and gristly—what could that be? I’ll have to let you know come 2016.
Here is a selection of titles of which I plan to tackle a modest five or six during the year.