It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m feeling pretty good, and buzzed. I’ve really enjoyed drinking again and look forward to cutting back and getting healthy once more in the New Year. I had some health issues and sicknesses after giving birth, including developing a cough so bad I am 98% sure I bruised a rib. 

But I have a healthy, happy attitude towards my family, my friends, and my work life going into the New Year. I feel better about my marriage than I think I ever have, after being really unhappy for a good chunk of 2019. (Which was directly tied into the pregnancy.)

I have a new writing project idea I’m excited about. And I’m going to continue with this blog – and more often. It’s been just about a year since I started it, and I didn’t do as much as planned for two reasons.

One, I got pregnant. So I thought I’d write about not smoking weed, and those challenges, and take that angle but it just kind of felt like…I’m not smoking. Here I am. Big deal. Kind of anticlimactic.

And two, I think I felt kind of paralyzed with what I could and should write. I wanted it to be perfectly thought out prose every time but also totally genuine, and anonymous.

As I was typing that sentence, I spilled beer on my laptop. I was literally just going to say I want to challenge myself to make this space authentic, even if I don’t look awesome all the time, so there you go. That’s a clear sign. I should write when I feel like writing even if it isn’t going to be Shakespearean every time.

Damn this was an expensive computer though. Maybe I should make a resolution to take better care of my stuff in 2020.