At the end of 2018, I was dreading the thought of the new year. For whatever reason, New Year’s Eve has always been my least favorite holiday, probably because new year’s resolutions are the bane of my existence. My perfectionist self can’t handle the thought of purposefully guaranteeing that I will begin every new year with an inevitable failure.

But, at the end of 2018, beaten down by the exhausting cycle of bad news and plagued by the realization that, according to the Screentime app on my iPhone, I’d spent on average over three hours PER DAY mindlessly scrolling through the internet, I decided to commit myself at least to read something other than Twitter in 2019.