2016: The Year of Big Steps
I'm not a party animal. Or if I am, I'm sort of a party sloth, so I don't really go anywhere on New Years Eve because people-ing take way too much energy. But I dolove the concept of new year rituals.
I'm not a party animal. Or if I am, I'm sort of a party sloth, so I don't really go anywhere on New Years Eve because people-ing take way too much energy. But I dolove the concept of new year rituals.
You know that feeling where you're in the bottom of a swimming pool and you panic a little but you know it's okay because only have to swim to the surface? There is such sweet relief as you rise until you find yourself unable to go further because you are stuck underneath someone's stupid tire raft and for a brief moment, you think, I'm going to die while my cousin farts on my head. No? Maybe that's just me.
My friends keep asking what I think about Rachel Dolezal. I know, I can feel the whoosh of wind from your eyes collectively rolling. But I do have thoughts and it’s taken me a while to do this because I wanted some time to look at the bigger picture.
So I'm stalling. Totally stalling.
Mmm, yep.