Happy New Year! I paused Married at First Sight just to check in because it’s been awhile.
First, a word to the people who just had to see the ball drop last night. Please take a long, hard look in the mirror. Is this who you want to be? Let’s start with the fact that you spent your vacation in New York at Times Square. I know you don’t live here because nobody who lives here goes to Times Square EVER (except in the case of real necessity), and never ever ever on New Year’s Eve. Also, you stood in the cold for hours and hours so you could watch a ball drop, a ball you could have watched on TV like I do every year, and it was so vital to your happiness that you wore Depends. If you didn’t wear Depends, you waited around in your own filth for hours and hours, or you have the strongest bladder known to man or womankind. Next time you come here, please do me a favor and hit up a dive bar in the Village. We’ll all be happier.
And now for my resolutions. Last year’s didn’t go so well. I resolved to write non work-related material for at least one hour a week and to compliment myself once a day for the sake of my self esteem. Resolution 1 broke down around February. I think resolution 2 went a bit further, but once I started paying myself compliments like “resilient liver,” I decided maybe I don’t have 365 amazing qualities. This year I’m going for more attainable things like:
-Eating meals off of proper plates rather than out of containers
-Eating said meals at appropriate meal times rather than snacking around the clock
-Crying less (I’ve only cried once this year so far, so things are looking up!)
-Buying new clothes no more than once every three months
-Keeping my orchid alive (this is the first one I’ve ever gotten to re-bloom, so fingers crossed)
-Figuring out why my laptop keeps waking up in the middle of the night after I put her to sleep/stop worrying that she’s going to attack me
-Maybe stop naming inanimate objects and referring to them with pronouns like “she” and “he,” but probably not