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It's New Years Eve Day! Throw the confetti and grab the old goat next to you for a hot smooch. :D
I suppose my optimism is a bit overwhelming. It's my strategic back-up plan for having to work late. I got to wake up gloriously early and head in to make 400+ salads for tonight. Cute stuff. My hands are now a lovely yellow hue from those pesky carrots. At least Kyle made me a special salad and a promise for the festivities to come later this evening.
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On a different note, I've been thinking about my place in this world lately. I know that I'm a lot of different things to a lot of different people. I'm a best friend. I'm a friend. I'm a co-worker. I'm a student. I'm a daughter. I'm a lover. And I've learned to cherish those around me, I've learned to appreciate the delicacy of each relationship. But when does a relationship become too much work? When is it useless to proceed?
Among my many other New Year's resolutions, I'd like to stop giving so many damn second, third, forth, TENTH chances. I'd like to feel worthy of more than these meaningless, disrespectful relationships I create for myself. But when does that come? When do all my empty promises, made in the confines of my own head, ever come to pass? I imagine these answers come with a whole lot more experience and the love of a few good friends.
With those final thoughts for the year, I plan to go outside and kiss some snowflakes from the sky.
Happy New Year, everyone.
I suppose my optimism is a bit overwhelming. It's my strategic back-up plan for having to work late. I got to wake up gloriously early and head in to make 400+ salads for tonight. Cute stuff. My hands are now a lovely yellow hue from those pesky carrots. At least Kyle made me a special salad and a promise for the festivities to come later this evening.
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On a different note, I've been thinking about my place in this world lately. I know that I'm a lot of different things to a lot of different people. I'm a best friend. I'm a friend. I'm a co-worker. I'm a student. I'm a daughter. I'm a lover. And I've learned to cherish those around me, I've learned to appreciate the delicacy of each relationship. But when does a relationship become too much work? When is it useless to proceed?
Among my many other New Year's resolutions, I'd like to stop giving so many damn second, third, forth, TENTH chances. I'd like to feel worthy of more than these meaningless, disrespectful relationships I create for myself. But when does that come? When do all my empty promises, made in the confines of my own head, ever come to pass? I imagine these answers come with a whole lot more experience and the love of a few good friends.
With those final thoughts for the year, I plan to go outside and kiss some snowflakes from the sky.
Happy New Year, everyone.