It’s hard to believe 2010 is on its way out the door. Seems like just yesterday we were resolving to lose that weight, dump that toxic friend and keep up with more current events. But it’s time again to commit to something (or somethings) you hope to accomplish in the new year, and we all have some very different ideas of what we should be doing in 2011.
OK guys, let’s get into it.
The Linster: I tend not to make resolutions because they seem to be a setup for failure. But I do have a few good intentions for the new year. In 2009, I trained for and walked the Breast Cancer 3-day. In 2010, I “rested” and have the flabby butt to prove it. So, my main challenge to myself in 2011 is to find a happy medium (as in moderation, not a joyful psychic) and get back in shape. Get out of the recliner, Linster, you’re starting to look your age.
I also plan to find everything that Rosumund Pike has been in and watch it over and over. After seeing her in a trailer before The Tourist, I am completely smitten. Heart racing, hard-to-breathe smitten. I’m not ready to cheat on Elizabeth Mitchell yet, but if I see Rosumund in a ball cap I might be powerless. Sigh.
Courtney Gillette: I’m never too keen on making resolutions (discipline is not my strong suit), but in 2011, I’m thinking I’m gonna try to show some moderation. And that would be moderation in Facebook.
Put me in front of a keyboard and surely the first two letters I type are “fa”–the swift keystrokes that invoke the social networks site on my browser. Between my iPhone, my work desk and my home desk, I can’t even tell you how many times a day I find myself scrolling through the news feed, glancing at the array of cat videos, Jezebel links, photos of someone’s birthday party (internal monologue: was I invited? why wasn’t I invited?) and what that kid who sat behind me in AP English ordered for lunch.
A report this year showed that the average Facebook user spends seven hours a month on the site. It may not sound like a lot, but when you add it up, it seems like a good chunk of time. Now, I love Facebook with all my heart (clicking ‘Like’ now gives me this strange sense of worldly participation), but do I need seven hours a month of it? I could spend that time writing, or cooking, or reading the obscene stack of library books on the floor by my bed.
All this to say: next year, I’m aiming to keep my time on the FB to a minimum. I’ll check it just twice a day, and try to keep it short. I’m hoping to gain some more time in my daily internet use for other things, and maybe some of my attention span back. I may miss out on some things, but I’m hoping it’ll be worth it.