I resolve...
... not to take work so bloody seriously. I'm tired of feeling obligated to work 9-10 straight hours per day and check my email from home to make sure that nothing exploded while I was gone (stupid international company having offices in Europe). I feel like I'm losing track of everything else. I also feel less informed and less interesting as a person, as I'm not really thinking about other things and as a result have much less to talk about.
In other news, my not-so-guilty pleasure is the $25 per month I have now budgeted for matching undie sets at H&M. I figure it's a worthwhile investment in the condition of my sanity, not to mention married life. It works well because for some reason I have a great batting average there in terms of things that fit excellently off the rack (~.333). I could go on, but the hour is late and there are other matters that require my attention...
In other news, my not-so-guilty pleasure is the $25 per month I have now budgeted for matching undie sets at H&M. I figure it's a worthwhile investment in the condition of my sanity, not to mention married life. It works well because for some reason I have a great batting average there in terms of things that fit excellently off the rack (~.333). I could go on, but the hour is late and there are other matters that require my attention...