New Year, New Me?

No, thank you. I’ll keep the old one, I kinda like it.

As almost everyone else, I’ve always been very bad at keeping New Year’s Resolutions, I prefer to set goals, but I don’t feel I need to start new goals on a new year, new week or new month. Mostly because by the time the new year, new week or new month arrives, the newly set goal would be postponed to the next new year, new week or new month. So, if I want to do something, I do it now before I myself manage to dissuade myself.

I don’t celebrate New Year’s Eve, or rather I avoid the crowds. I have wine, don’t take me wrong, and nice food – I’m Italian, any occasion is good to eat something “special”, this includes Fridays, weekends, bank holidays, and pretty much any day of the week I feel like eating something nice. And this year my celebration plan wasn’t any different: I watched Start Wars and Harry Potter while munching on nice aperitivi and drinking good Italian wine. And then the night became spicier when I went to bed in my new Hogwarts bedsheet set with my… hot water bottle and the last book of 2017/first book of 2018 “The Last Namsara” by Kristen Ciccarelli.

And yesterday was a Bank Holiday Monday for me, aside for all the social media being full of new goals and resolutions, so I pondered why I wasn’t setting any goal this year, excluding the 40 books I pledged to read with the Goodreads challenge.

At the end, I came up with three goals, not very feasible, but a woman can dream, right?

• Publish a best selling novel.
• Buy a house with the earning of above mentioned novel.
• Fill the aforementioned house with adopted black elderly cats.

Am I set myself for failure? Quite likely. Will I have fun in the process? Quite likely too.

So, let’s see whether in a year I will be writing in my new little cottage in the countryside surrounded by purring kitties or still catless in my lovely little flat. In the meanwhile, a toast to a new year of crafting and whatnot!