On top of this, my lovely grandma told me hers was "to be more tolerant". The same as last year, and the year before - perhaps indeed one long pathway to reach to enlightenment. Whether it's the right track or not, it got me thinking: my resolution should be a personal promise to myself. No gym sign-ups, or saving for a rainy day financial rubbish, but an aspiration:
To do what truly makes me happy.
However selfish sounds, I've found that it's something that takes a lot more effort than it should; I'm quite an open, happy, optimistic person, but I do sometimes find myself wondering "Why on earth am I doing this?!". Last year I wasted a good few hours of my life in market research groups - for no pay - or bulking up numbers for things I myself didn't want to attend. What with university, two jobs, a magazine and eating/cleaning/sleeping on the agenda, what I should've been doing is pencilling in a few hours to simply relax and do nothing.
Read, write, listen... that's always been the motto, so why not put it into practice?