remedies for the mind

Everyone around me is so disillusioned about new year’s resolutions. Yeah, they can be ridiculous sometimes, and it kind of sucks writing down bullet points with my mind all smothered with doubt. Like, am I really going to stop subscribing to food blogs when I don’t even cook? Are my tennis shoes gong to see their worn out days? 

Eh.

But dude, I love it. My daily lists cannot compare. There’s something about the possibility of these things happening that blurs reality. At least temporarily.