Happy New Year, internets.

Thanks to the best bout of mental health I’ve had in years, I’ve actually been enjoying this dark brooding period of self-reflection between the solstice and the new year (minus the five days I spent in the purgatory that is Minnesota). I’m not big on resolutions, but I do feel poised in front of something really good. The past few months led me here – the relationship that fell apart over the summer finally truly ended, and I aced the first class I’ve taken since the undergrad days. So my resolution is to be self-centered. I spent a couple years thinking about a relationship and my partner’s career instead of myself and my own career. I entertained escapist fantasies about starting communes and having babies instead of acquiring the skills and education I’ll need to get out there and do my thing. So, fuck codependent relationships, marriage, and babies. Cheers to my job, my education, my friends, my cat, my work ethic, my goals, my restlessness, and my creative energy.

I’m heading to Tulum for a week with Carrie – HI CARRIE! – to read Doris Lessing on the beach, guzzle margaritas, and loll about in the ocean. Then it’s back to winter, work, and shitloads of sewing.

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