I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions. They’re guilt-fueled attempts at virtue with a three-week expiration date. Unless you can make them any other day of the year, and you can commit to all the other supporting changes, you’re just setting yourself up for disappointment and heartache.

I rather use this time to reflect and acknowledge all the accomplishments of the year and to readjust my goals based on the lessons I’ve learned.

2022 has been a very good year for me. The main pillars of my life are steady. My work, my home, and my family are on stable ground… and life is returning to pre-lockdown activities. I did publish two cartoon books based on my double-decade-long series, Enlightoons. There is much to be grateful for.

I’ve also got a long list of tweaks to take everything to the next level. They don’t expire, so I have more than three weeks to get them done.

I also have a few milestones to look forward to next year. The Teen turns 18 and will be in college by this time next year. I’ve got a few pet projects and side hustles that I plan to explore. And, of course, there’s…

London. Dear Sweet London. It’s going to happen (God/Universe/Life-Willing) and only the details will change as we get closer. Ideally, it’ll be a two-week trip with my son and a friend. They’ll stand beside me during the Artist’s Reception, and they’ll learn that there is a world outside the virtual one.

If funding or other plans don’t pan out, the trip may be shorter, or it’ll just be the Teen and me.

Whatever happens, I welcome the adventure with open arms and open heart.

Whatever your plans, hopes and dreams, I wish for you all the best today, this year and every day beyond.



The biggest gift I want to give my son is a trip to England in April 2023 when I’m showing my art in a gallery in London. Please help make this dream come true. Every little bit helps.

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