I might as well put it out there that I may very well occasionally be eight going on eighteen. I probably consume far too much coffee and far too little chocolate. I refuse to carry umbrellas and I haven't the foggiest idea how to use nail polish. Now that confessions are over - I'm glad you're here.
All tagged new year
New Year’s is a time when we tend to think a lot about the stories we’re going to open 2019 with. As the clock struck midnight, we tell the tale of How Much We Actually Really Love Going Clubbing or of How We’ve Always Loved Stilettos More Than Sweatpants. The next morning, we’re going to tell the story of How We Got A Sixpack. Or of How We Stopped Wasting Our Time Watching Netflix. Or Stopped Drinking.
Even someone as blonde as I am knows none of these mean anything without more concrete goals and accountability, and I've got some wonderful reality-checks in store for future Masha, so that ought to be fun. I'm honestly just very, very happy to be alive this year, and to have the ability to worry a little less about that being a given.
HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you. If anything, you can always resolve to stop hanging around people who make New Year's resolutions.
