I literally hate the phrase “New Year, New Me”. I hate how it pops up on everyone’s timeline on every kind of social media account from mid-November through to February of the offending year. It makes me cringe. Especially when it’s coupled with the “this year is my year” status. DOUBLE VOM!
But I do like the theory and the practice of it. Forget the phrase, I love that feeling that January brings of hitting a big reset button and starting fresh. An annual do-over. It’s comforting as much as it is liberating. So yeah, new year. Yay! New me? Maybe. Prolly not. But I do have goals and wishes and ambitions for this year. It’s only natural I have a TBR to go with that. Continue reading “New Year, New Me (barf) and the books that will get me there!” →