Resolutions 2023

Another year has rolled over, so the time is nigh to decide what goals I want to focus on this year.

Given that the world is barreling toward mass ecocide, most of my focus will be on what I can do to lessen my environmental impact. I’ve noticed that almost everything I touch contains some plastic, so my 2023 resolution is to try to avoid it. I know it’s next to impossible to fully eliminate plastic from my life, but I think it’s essential to heighten my awareness of just how entrenched plastic has infiltrated my existence. I already shop with reusable bags and bring glass Tupperware and my own utensils to work, but that’s about where my avoidance of plastic pretty much ends. I can do better. Does laundry detergent come in any other packaging other than plastic? I don’t know, but I’m about to find out. I will ask that question for every item that I buy. Hopefully. At least, that is my goal. I’ll see how I do.

Plastic. photo by Marc Newberry, unsplash

Another resolution that I want to make is to maintain a healthy weight. I just turned the big 5–0 in December, and I know that my metabolism has changed. I need to make healthy habits now, and a big way to do that is to establish portion control. In other words, I need to put less food on my plate and drill it into my brain that there’s no going back for seconds. Granted, I’m not a gluttonous eater by any means, but there is always room for improvement. I never used to have a sweet tooth, but I’ve developed a taste for sugary stuff the last couple of years. Maybe I can blame that on the pandemic, but I doubt it. Well, that habit’s getting nipped in the bud regardless of whatever excuse.

Healthy. photo by Dan Gold, unsplash

The last resolution I want to make is to expand my social media presence. I truly despise social media, but it’s a necessary evil if I actually want to sell the books I wrote. I genuinely love writing and equally loathe promoting myself. It’s not my forte to toot my own horn, but I gotta learn how to blast that instrument into the internet space. Does that mean I have to log into BookTok soon? Gag. I guess that it does. Okay, I have to tell myself that I can do this. At the bare minimun, I resolve to at least try.

An image I don’t remotely relate to. photo by Michael Effendy, unsplash

So, I’m going to put my resolutions into practice right now and say that I wrote an excellent travel memoir that means nothing if people don’t read it. It’s not for sale yet, but I have 25 FREE review copies available to dole out.

Feel free to pick up a FREE review ebook from Booksprout! Copies are limited to 25. Once they’re gone, they’re gone! NOTE: if you claim a copy, you will need to leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads by March 7. Happy New Years!!

Published by Krista Marson

Hi, my name is Krista, and I'm a traveling fiend. I am passionate about history, nature, art, gardening, writing, and watching movies. I created this blog to let people know I have some travel novels available to read. Enjoy!

9 thoughts on “Resolutions 2023

  1. Thank you for the book. I am enjoying it immensely and will review it when done. Sand County Almanac is a life changing book, no doubt. Since you like poetry, here is something I wrote a long time ago about a person and place. I could never get the two of them together, unfortunately. The place is in northwest Wisconsin….Before the Fall…The leaves were falling from the trees You looked at me; a sad smile on your face A squirrel stored a nut for winter I could tell you’d soon be leaving this place The sky became grey as the clouds moved in I could feel my heart starting to break But just for you I tried to smile As the cold north wind blew off the lake I turned my head up to the skies To see the geese as they flew overhead Seasons change; so do people, I guess Why were your eyes so red? The sun broke through the clouds for just one moment Summer took one last curtain call I put my arms around you; You sighed As we headed for the fall…..Happy New Year, Tom

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  2. Okay Krista, just finished reading your gummy story and have to tell you mine. In April I took a friend of mine to Waikiki; despite being a life long Californian she had never been to Hawaii. After checking into our hotel we headed to a brewing company down Dukes Alley, where commerce flowed freely. There was a stand there selling weed of all sorts. They had a brownie for 15 dollars that was insanely powerful. I thought “what a great deal!” and did my best Keith Moon imitation, immediately eating half of it. My friend, much more an amateur at these kind of things, ate considerably less. Then we went to the brewery…when we left the brewery sometime later we were both flying high. Walking around Waikiki the size and shapes of the high rise hotels fascinated me endlessly. I tried to get my friend to admire them also but she was afraid to look up. She was also petrified that we would not be able to find our way back to where we were staying. I assured her that I had left a trail of crumbs and could find my way back. That night I woke up at least 3 times with incredible cottonmouth. I was still high the next day for half the day. It really was a bargain at 15 dollars I guess, as most things in Hawaii are quite expensive. Your story definitely took me back to my experience 🤪

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  3. And yet another story from the book resonates…regarding your affinity for going down into mines…in 1968 my father wanted to get my brother and I out of Chicago( lots going on that year) and away from our mother. He found this little town on the Mesabi iron range, Soudan, population 330, and moved us up there. I had never been north of our cabin in northwest Wisconsin but there we were in the middle of winter in a u haul that wouldn’t go above 50 driving through Duluth in the middle of the frozen night. I wasn’t worried about going too fast, I was worried about sliding into Lake Superior, Duluth is similar to San Francisco. You never want to be north of Duluth, ever, but that’s where we headed. Soudan had a huge iron ore mine that had shut down a decade or so earlier, a blow economically and spiritually that the town has never really recovered from. For a city kid from Chicago it was culture shock, like going back in time 25 years. I hated it. They have since turned the mine into a state park and you can put on the helmet, head into the elevator or mine shaft, whatever the hell it’s called, and head down into the mine. As you know it’s always 55 degrees down there no matter how cold or warm outside. It’s a very deep mine and very large. You ride on the tracks below when you get off the elevator. Not a great idea if you’re claustrophobic…pretty sure you would love the tour, it’s right up your alley. I got out of Soudan as soon as I could, my brother lives there to this day. He’s a trapper, so he’s not really of this century, or the last one for that matter. Pretty much an 1800’s kind of guy…check out the Soudan mine sometime, but of a road trip for you but lots to see along the way!

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  4. Wow! What a story! And your brother still lives there?! That does indeed sound like my kind of place…to visit! And I’ll never be able to wrap my head around a place like Duluth. Nowhere that hilly should ever exist with all that ice and snow.


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