Lose weight, spend less, eater better, actually hydrate, do yoga, don't smoke. Because, duh, right? It's this week's annual mantra. My real resolution, though, is a little more fun. I'm planning to read one feature story per day for the next year and post it to this blog. Maybe just in the form of a quote and link, or a short summary, a few bullet points, a reaction. I'm not going to try to apply a rigid structure to it ahead of time. I don't want this to feel like work. If I'm to be successful, this has to become a habit. Like snacking and shopping and oily noodles and wine and lounging and bumming cigarettes from your friends.
Lately, I've caught myself staring aimlessly sometimes at my phone, watching a stream of tweets flutter by without reading a word. On Instagram, it's worse. When I was younger, I eased my anxiety by reading books. Now I'm scrolling through memes I've already seen five times curated by some unpaid interns under a name like "no chill." No chill, indeed.
I'm hoping that, by purposefully reading at least one deep piece of journalism per day, I can counterbalance the junk food in my media diet. It can't hurt. (Which incidentally may be a good motto for facing down 2017.)