I’m not going to bore you to tears with how I totally blew December and before that November. Turns out that running your own company is a huge time suck. What has two thumbs and kinda, sorta knew that, but didn’t want to face it: this girl.
Alright, so new year, new us? Yes, yes.
So much of 2013 will be about recovering from 2012. So we’ll call 2013 The Hangover. Mainly because the headache is implied, but so is the party that never actually happened. Damn. Why didn’t 2012 make with the party?
In 2013, I would like to not be such a sack of sad. I think it’s possible. I do have to say that tonight I walked through Ikea and was thoroughly depressed looking at all the pre-fab furniture that I can not buy for the house I do not live in. You know you’re life has hit the skids when you’re all: even Ikea is out of my reach and I’m looking at sofa beds as the Shangri-La of awesome.
Ah, the hangover.
But one day, Ikea, you’re infuriating assembly instructions will again be mine. You can’t keep them all to yourself forever. Or your turn screw thingy, either.
Over at Everyday Family I wrote about the big question: to lose weight or not in 2013? Yeah, I should probably work on that because I am a far fatter version of myself then I used to be and it’s becoming a huge pain in my ass. I spend the vast majority of my time sitting — yesterday I clocked in an astounding amount of hours — and never went anywhere except the kitchen table. After an hour my sister was all: you’re still here and I said: uh, I’ve been here all day.
But it’s for a good cause. Over the holidays I was on TV in Philadelphia and I feel a lot of good coming. This year if all works according to how it’s supposed to work, my writing will be in a book that you can buy in a book store. Forget a tablet (alright, it should be available as an e-book too). Nothing screams I HAVE ARRIVED more than your own bathroom reading material. As in YOU’RE the reading material.
So, to re-cap in 2012:
- I wrote some stuff
- Had to move into father’s house and re-start life
- Slasher was an asshole
- I continued to get fat
- Won an award for writing
- Met the best people ever
- I got a motherfucking iPad
- Jennifer Weiner compliments me
- Finally attain status as Uggs owner
- Slasher tries harder
- Kid takes on Monster High hoarding as new hobby
- Hair goes back to brown
- I do not vote for Mittens
- Start own company
Tonight it’s dinner with friends. In the city I love with people who get me. I have been waiting my whole life to say that. We’re not having dinner because our children are the same age or because we live next door. Nope, these are the kind of friends you make before you have kids: basically, there’s not bullshit. We really do like and cheer for one another.
In 2013, let’s consider this one long dinner date. I dish and you dine and we’ll all support one another to do better, be better and kick some ass.
Let’s do this!
photo credit: Mondayne