She always dreams of satin pajamas and lace nighties instead of her worn-out yoga pants and college tee that she wears to bed every night. She wished she had a fairy godmother who could bibbidi-bobbidi-boo her into luxurious fabrics; then she could get a full night’s sleep while looking like a princess. Although no one would be looking at her while she slept, and if she were to awake and find that someone was, she’d be too terrified to worry about how she looked. And now, she was too scared to go to sleep in case there was a creeper lurking nearby just waiting for her to doze off. To get that thought out of her mind, she pulled up her favorite online shop and perused the site to satin pajamas. Her mind was able to relax as she scrolled through all the pretty pajama options and added them to her cart. She realized that she already had a fairy godmother. She was only a few feet away in her pocketbook in the form of an American Express card. No bibbidi-bobbidi-boo required. A simple CVV number and an expiration date would do the trick!
After spending about two years trying to convince myself that I could live without Netflix, I finally bit the bullet and rejoined the Netflix and chill crew. Although, let’s be honest, there has been way too many great shows and movies that I’ve missed, there hasn’t been time to chill.
Here’s what I watched in January.
Her alarm clock was set, coffee was poured, and pencils were sharpened. This was a class she didn’t want to miss. She found a seat near the front of the lecture hall and turned to the first page in her brand new notebook.
School is now in session…
The first thing to slip was her accent. She had spent weeks practicing her French, making it sound as if she was fluent. Her first slip-up was when she pronounced the “t” at the end of s’il vous plaît. She looked down at the table to avoid his reaction and took a sip of her café au lait, which burned her tongue and brought tears to her eyes. She had forgotten that she ordered her coffee très chaud because it seemed like the French thing to do. He showed no indication of catching her mistake and continued to ask her questions about growing up in France. She nibbled on her croissant and kept her answers as brief as possible.
Usually, when the new year rolls around, I’ll make a list of 20+ goals I want to accomplish that year, and then I get overwhelmed and not tackle a single one. This year I want to keep things simple. There are 3 major goals I want to accomplish this year plus few smaller ones. I’ll be treating these smaller goals almost like monthly challenges rather than year-long goals.
Happy 2018 my beautiful internet friends!
For a second, I almost didn’t recognize you. As you know, new year, new you.
This year I thought about being Diane Keaton, but I can’t rock menswear like she can, so I’ve decided to continue to be little ole me.
But you, my friend, look great! Tell me how is 2018 treating you?
Before I start rambling about my goals for 2018, I wanted to take a moment to look back on 2017 and how this blog came to be. There will be a post about my 2018 goals going up on Monday!