I’ve never been one to make—okay, fine, keep—new year’s resolutions. I’ve made goals and set deadlines, sure, but year-long ones? What am I supposed to do when I get distracted by something shiny, as is my nature? This was such a problem that my mother called me “magpie” when I was a little girl. That, and I used to walk around Macy’s picking up the straight pins that fell from the mannequins. (I wanted to be a fashion designer, so I collected them. I’m in a slightly different field nowadays, as you can see.) The nickname still applies today—I love to hop from one project to the next, and I…