I have them.
I don't make resolutions because they are too pie in the sky-ish, too far away to reach, so I don't make them.
I have my rights back to my Chronicles of Arcon series.
I've been publishing my series and renumbering them.
My mini series that starts off the series is number: 1, 2, and 3.
Alien Desire is now number Four.
Alien Heart is now number Five.
And my recent book Alien Enslaved is number Six.
Alien Collision is number seven and will be published sometime this year.
The number of hobbies in the world is equal to the number of stars. Though, that may be hyperbole. You get my point. During the pandemic, two subjects dominated the news—the Covid (naturally) and hobbies. People were making sourdough, exercising, knitting or painting, or some other activity that I can't think of at this moment.
Not me.
I didn’t acquire a new one. First, I’m an author of historical romance so writing is my career. I’ve always read, which led to the author part of my life. I don’t cook or bake. My hands aren’t made for knitting anymore (too much typing among other factors) and painting—no, I don’t want to invest in art supplies besides, I live in New York City. I don’t have the space.
But I must admit that I have been thinking of acquiring a new one. Something to help me reduce my anxiety, stress and just to escape boredom. Then it dawned on me. When I have free time, I don’t want to do anything. I want to sit down or lie down and let my mind stop working.
We don’t need to be busy every minute of the day. We can relax, be bored and do nothing.
That sounds like a great idea, doesn’t it? Lives have enough happening to fill the twenty-four hours of the day. Family, friends, pets, work, home, self-care. So, I say your new hobby has to be doing nothing. You deserve it.