Resolutionary

Stressing myself out with fake rules.

Yesterday was the first time in four years I’ve ever woken up and realized that I forgot to write Coffee Order.

I actually could not keep track of what day it was. I also realized that I still have over a week before I go back to work, and to say I need to get my shit together is an understatement.

My 4:30 AM wakeup call on Christmas Day didn’t help either. I had to fly back from Minnesota to Connecticut to see the rest of my family, and every year we opt for the earliest flight possible to maximize the holiday. By 6 PM my eyes were stinging from being forced open, and I was set into a champagne and caviar-induced haze from 9 PM to 10 AM on Saturday.

As you all know by reading this blog, I had a very active few weeks leading up to my break. I feel very exhausted and depleted, in desperate need of a vegetable and a wellness retreat or something. I still have a few weeks of eating and drinking and being merry with those I love the most, until it’s time to lock in, for a lack of better words.

I take the New Year more seriously than I would like to. As a type-A person who is constantly trying to better herself, resolutions feel more daunting than a work presentation or first date. It’s conflicting, because I also love a to-do list. Resolutions are fake rules that we make up for ourselves and often give them up with equally as made-up excuses.