Resolutions

Resolutions are never something I've taken seriously. I'll half ass a list of intangible goals with no end date in sight... so it's no wonder I inevitably fail. This year is different.

I know, I know, people say that every year and nothing changes. But I'm betting on myself for once and I refuse to fall into the category of "resolution drop outs."

For starters. I aim to get my license. Let's skip past the judgement and Q&A portion, shall we? I currently have my permit, and I am learning to drive. It's a slow process and I don't ever plan to enjoy driving. But I am doing it (and with limited tears, I might add).

Next, I want to continue with my daily work outs. I've actually been working out every day for almost two months now, and I don't plan to stop. A small work out is better than no work out, so even when I have a busy day, there's no excuse.

The doozy: no alcohol. WHAT?! Anyone who has ever met me knows that I love my Jack...probably more than I love most people. But for all of the obvious, and not-so-obvious reasons, I have decided to take a year of sobriety.

There are a couple others, but I'll let y'all pick your jaws up off the floor and recover. Wouldn't want to shock anyone TOO much before the new year begins.

And for anyone who doubts that I can do it, or has something negative to say, save it.

"It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year"

After the whistle of the kettle dwindled to a whisper, she poured herself a cup of hot chocolate. With the warm mug in her hands, she made her way over to the window. Looking down on the city below her, she couldn't help but smile. She wasn't used to seeing the ground embraced in a white blanket of snow. Despite the weather, she opened the window. As she took a seat in the alcove of her apartment, she admired the glistening streetlights. She then pulled a blanket up to cover her legs and closed her eyes to listen to the music drifting into her little home. She hummed along to her favorite seasonal song, breathing in the cold crisp air. Catching a whiff of gingerbread, she made her way back into the kitchen to make sure her cookies hadn't run away. 

(What better way to work on a writing exercise that focuses on engaging the senses, than to dream up my perfect winter evening. I hope y'all are having a wonderful holiday season.)