treat yo self 2014

I hate new year’s resolutions. 

This is completely counterintuitive.  All signs point to the conclusion that I should love them.  I love goals!  I love lists!  I love accountability!  I love declaring things loudly via voice and social media mechanisms!

But (spoiler alert … Debbie Downer is about to make an appearance) … I feel like making some bold statement about renewal and joy and health and spirituality at a time of the year that you likely feel your most exhausted, slovenly, and commercialized is just setting up for a ride on the big old disappointment train, leaving the station some time around January 20th (if I am being generous).

Rock bottom may be a great catalyst for many people (and many AA groups) … but it just isn’t doing it for me.

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fake it til you make it

It has been a while.  Obv.

I have missed the blog.

I have also missed sleeping.  So with work and travel only leaving time for one of the above, guess what I chose.  The massive bags under my eyes might make you think otherwise.  I would say they were earned from mothering a diva cat – except that I fear the wrath of all human mothers (of humans).

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