The Newest Year

I don't actually make classical New Year's resolutions. One reason for this is because I think they're pretty much useless; I am a 'concrete goals' sort of girl. Another is that I really don't have the necessary attention span. New Month resolutions are more my speed. 

But -in an attempt to have at least something in common with the rest of the humanity- I've decided that perhaps this is the year to make one. Just one; I don't want to get distracted. So I've promised myself that I'll start blogging regularly again. Because I have all the traditional resolutions (exercising, eating healthy, and just being generally perfect) in the bag already.

Now, I don't actually expect to blog regularly this year, but I'm hoping that a failed New Years resolution will satisfy that niggling feeling that nothing has gone wrong yet and that, therefore, something terrible must happen. This is superstitious in a lot of ways, but I do a lot of dumb things to placate my subconscious and, unfortunately, this is nowhere near the dumbest thing I've done.

So there. I'll be blogging again, but not really. 

(I have no idea what this next year will bring, but so far it's been pretty good.) 

Also, thank you D for making New Years collard greens. I had no idea that was a thing.