Mid-year resolutions and one revelation

I just finished writing this post, and I've concluded that it's really just, for lack of a better term, word vomit. It's me emptying the contents of my brain onto a post so that my as-of-yet abstract thoughts and goals can seem more tangible. 
Why couldn't I have done this in my personal moleskine? I don't know. Perhaps the thought that there's a chance other people will read these resolutions will make me more likely to follow through on them.

Almost one year ago I made some mid-year resolutions.

I did wear more hats, but I did not read Rob Lowe's autobiography or create any other mid-year resolutions. For some reason, I have decided to make another list that will probably receive as much attention as last year's did.

Resolutions

-Finish the many books I have laying around my tiny house, which include but are not limited to: Attempting Normal by Marc Maron (I relate to this more than I probably should), Me Before You by Jojo Moyes (book club read), Sweet Tooth by Yves Navarre (quirky Half Price Books find), Man's Search for Meaning by Victor Frankl and The Defining Decade by Meg Jay (both for when I'm having a quarter-life crisis, which is nearly every damn day).

-Read magazines that I buy from front to back and then recycle them.

-Stop comparing my life and start living it.

-Get more sleep.

-Finish putting together my professional capsule wardrobe, which I am drawing inspiration for here. I have been interested in minimalism for a couple years now, but the thought of getting rid of a bunch of my possessions all at once makes me ... hyperventilate. I decided I'm going to go through one item category at a time. First: clothes.
If anyone has really been "into" minimalism I would love to hear how you did it.

I'm pleased to say that resolutions I have set in previous years - like eating more vegetables, eating less sugar and getting more exercise - are now habitual practices for me.

Mid-year revelation: I have officially added Don Cheadle to my list of celebrity crushes.

Until next time, peace out.