I know, I do it every New Year's Day. We all do it. We make a list of things we want to change to make the coming year better than the last. It's sometime a trap for failure, as we all know. By March most of us are just "fuck it!" and move on. No judgement from me.
And yet, here I am. Ready for change. Is it merely a coincidence that my craving for change lands of the first day of the year? Perhaps, but probably not.
Let's just admit, 2021 and 2020 pretty much sucked. There were bright spots, of course. I just want to hope that 2022 at least shows some positive inroads.
When I opened up the blog, I realize that I needed to write more often. There's my first resolution. Write more. Write poetry, stories, journal, letters to friends!
That was easy. Which comes to my second resolution: read more. Read more everything. More fiction, more philosophy, more history! MORE! I have been seriously slacking in this area. I have so MANY BOOKS to read! It's ridiculous.
Which brings me to my third resolution. This is the hardest one. It's certainly an addiction. It's not a chemical addicton...or well...it is in a way. Dopamine and Seratonin. And it allays the "fear of missing out." You can probably guess to what I am referring.
Yep. Social Fucking Media. Facebook. Twitter. Even Instagram to a smaller degree. Facebook is the biggest one. And it's the first step. Third non-binding resolution: suspend the Facebook account.
I will keep posting on Instagram because it helps me with my typewriter business. Twitter, well, is a connection to an old childhood friend (who also ditched Facebook long ago). We have also started writing letters back and forth, something I miss doing.
So yes, I am suspending my Facebook account. For now. If nothing else, I just need a break. Facebook invades my hermit time. That should be the biggest reason of all.