Apart from refraining from using curse words and trying really, really hard to like Jennifer Lawrence, my new year's resolution list is a dense, weighty sort of thing.
WHICH IS A MASSIVE STEP IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION FOR ME.
I am a prideful person. I am the kind of proud that has me stewing over my work when a professor suggests I remove a few adverbs from a paragraph I've written. The kind of proud that sometimes talks me into believing I never want to get married. So, when other people divulge their secrets of the previous year and rattle off a rant of generic, wannabe-zen mentalities to prove themselves, I usually roll my eyes and spoon another three pounds of ice cream from the carton into my mouth. Because I've got a problem with pretending like I don't need any improving. I KNOW.
But then, the year 2013 came in to humble me, basically ruining my life, and since I'm not so into an encore of that show, last night, I was all, IS IT TWO-THOUSAND-FOURTEEN YET and SOMEBODY HAND ME A SHEET OF PAPER I'VE GOT TO CHANGE MY WAYS.
I think the first thing I wrote down was "Stop trimming your own bangs" and, I mean, it's a start.
I have been staying with my nieces and nephews in Dallas the past week while my sister and her husband were in Hawaii. She came home today and we were able to have some much needed girl time. Usually, I call her bi-weekly, moments before I lose it, and as I'm strewn about the kitchen floor, she talks me through the worst of it. So, it was nice to have a face-to-face with her today. It was also nice to discuss literature this time, instead of my issues. She raved about Othello and The Merry Wives of Windsor as I told her of my Henry V obsession and we vowed to make a goal of lit-swapping more often. We talked for at least an hour and a half about Shakespeare, alone, and she even showed me her bawdy glossary. So, I promised myself to read more books because they evoke something in me that nothing else can. I think it's passion and I like the places it takes me.
We also stared in the mirror for a long time and promised our bodies a more fulfilling, more cucumber'd life. I told her that the recipe for my muffin top was Big Macs and regret. She nodded and made a pact to buy more produce than Chips Ahoy! this year.
My big goals?
Graduate from college and try not to be such a know-it-all when you do.
I AM SO MATURE.