Um, why am I in the bathroom taking photos of myself in the mirror? It seems two dozen off-center self portraits are my only documentation of the new year’s revelries—I got almost no photos of the actual party at Jen and Amanda’s apartment. It looks like all that champagne went straight to my head.
This year, I’ve made a resolution not to make any more resolutions. After all, life is meant to be enjoyed, so why would I want to cut calories, or sleep more, or drink less? Nope, instead I’m just going to remember these “truisms” that I’ve picked up after almost three decades of living:
Putting up walls is no way to protect myself—it just shuts other people out.
When I feel that I’ll never love again (ever!), I know that I will if I just keep an open heart.
What you put out there is what you get, because everything eventually comes back around.
It’s the people that I love (not the things that I accomplish) that make the journey meaningful.
No matter how bleak a situation seems at night, it always looks a whole lot brighter in the morning.
How attractive I believe I am is directly proportional to the amount of champagne I’ve imbibed.