Last week many of you may have been surprised to get alerts about posts on Monday night that clearly belonged elsewhere. That is because instead of going to bed when I was sick, I tried working on my blog posts for January.  Let this be a lesson to you.  GO TO BED WHEN YOU ARE SICK.  I’d make that a resolution, but since I’m sick now and working on my blog, I think it’s clear that the whole resolution thing is just not going to happen over here.

Since I’m not so good at resolutions, personally, here’s a lovely one from Neil Gaiman, from 2001:

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

And here’s his resolution for this year:

Be kind to yourself in the year ahead.

Remember to forgive yourself, and to forgive others. It’s too easy to be outraged these days, so much harder to change things, to reach out, to understand.

Try to make your time matter: minutes and hours and days and weeks can blow away like dead leaves, with nothing to show but time you spent not quite ever doing things, or time you spent waiting to begin.

Meet new people and talk to them. Make new things and show them to people who might enjoy them.

Hug too much. Smile too much. And, when you can, love.