This is me holding up a list of 12 goals I wanted to accomplish this year. 12 in ’12. Very cute.
This is my public announcement that I will now stop trying to be such an annoying overachiever.
This is my recognition of the fact that in order to live, you must first survive.
This is me at 32 years old. I’ve gone and lost the person I used to be.
There’s not much to do but rebuild.