To be as unabashedly feminine as I possibly can, demolishing everyone's preconceived notions about queer people in this extremely conservative city (i.e. that we don't exist).
To stop setting unrealistic goals for myself—like recording a new piano song every day or doing a load of washing before breakfast every morning. Because, when I don't do them, I disappoint myself and make it easier for my old self-hate to resurface.
To also stop manufacturing stupid rules for myself—like deleting a save file and starting from nothing when I fail once in a game, or needing to always come up with a second or third example to round out a litany.
To stop treating all of my hobbies as potential side-hustles. I don't care how much money I "could be making" by selling my landscape paintings; I will allow myself to do things for the sake of doing it.
To find another hobby before the year is out. Beading, maybe? Nothing too grandiose, just something else I can do with my hands that isn't typing or operating a gamepad.
To stop making myself feel guilty for mistakes I made years ago and let myself move on from them.
To find a Wii U and hack it.
To learn how to play some more Mario music on the piano. Last year at this time, I was learning how to play the File Select theme and Dire Dire Docks theme from Super Mario 64. Maybe something from New Super Mario Bros.
To stop being afraid of making a mistake and actually draw stuff like it's 2019 again.
To take the rubbish to the skip immediately after gathering it—weather-permitting, of course—rather than leaving the bag to just sit around in the kitchen for a week until the smell gets so unbearable that I'm trying not to die of gas exposure.
To stop sleeping in a position where the pillow compresses my eye for 3 hours. That's just bad for my eyes, really, isn't it?
To stop dreaming about my old flat that I haven't lived in for 17 years (though, I don't expect I'll be able to do this one).
--1 January 2024--