Right now, I'm exactly one hour and 29 minutes away from 2015! *executes awkward happy dance* *accidentally knocks over a lamp*
I love holidays in general, but New Year's Day is one of my favorites. Except last year. Last year I was four days shy of going into labor. Last year sucked.
Generally, though, I love the fresh start and the rush of energy that comes with the calendar change. I actually feel motivated to do things like reorganize kitchen drawers and clean coat closets and get dead bugs out of light fixtures. Right now, there are 9 (NINE!) trash bags full of stuff sitting by my door bound for a thrift shop. I don't know if I should be proud or ashamed.
This year is particularly special because I'm here. I made it through a pretty epic shit storm and I am proud I did. Are things perfect? Nope. Do I have it all together? Definitely not. But I'm still here! I can still spend too much at Target and procrastinate housework and knock over lamps and be perfectly imperfect and okay with that.
Instead of drowning myself in resolutions like I usually do, all I'm going to try to do this year is enjoy life. LIVE. Relish.
And also eat more relish ... and chocolate cake.
Not together, though. I swear.
Happy New Year to you and yours!