I've committed to actually reading books, a past-time that was once a great passion of mine. I could easily read a couple of books a month, always carrying one with me wherever I went and snacking on them at every opportune moment be it standing in a queue at the supermarket, or waiting for a bus or in the doctors surgery.
Lunchtime's would be an excellent excuse to sit and devour a couple of chapters, while evenings would always finish with a triple B: bath, beer and a book.
For many years reading fell by the wayside, thanks in part to the depression which left no room for casual reading; but that is all changing. I have now completed three books: two graphic novels and a non-fiction book by James Comey, the former FBI Director. That may not seem like a lot - it is June as I write this - but for me this is a big thing. I committed to something and finished it.
And I'm now onto my fourth book of the year:
With Star Wars Legion sat on my desk waiting to be started, and still on a high from watching Solo: A Star Wars Story, I'm now beginning to read my collection of Star Wars novels.