And So On And So Forth And Auld Lang Syne
Kate's the kinda girl that wants to be resolved. She makes plans, writes resolutions, uses all caps all the time and emoticons inappropriately. Anything to create shape and direction in her life. She does this at the beginning of every new year like clockwork.
It never pans out.
The best laid plans, blah blah blabbity blah.
This year she's starting early. She's got a whole week. More than enough time to manifest a life changing program which will culminate in a grand celebration on New Year's Eve. She'll gather up some gal pals, build a beach side bonfire; they'll drown themselves in stories of what once was, lay out dreams of what will be. Consume copious amounts of the home made Baileys she has no business drinking, all the while committing themselves to brand-spanking new vows to Make Things Happen.
Time to shake out the old, ring in the new, wipe the slate clean.
Tabula rasa.
Just like last year.
And the year before that.
And so on and so forth and Auld Lang Syne.
But this year it's for real. She's a grown ass woman, time to get it together. No more putzing around. Kate's determined. Casey, however, is on the fence about showing up, Marnie wants to go to Vegas and Billy can't leave her dog alone for more than 4 hours for fear he'll have an epileptic seizure.
Kate needs to shake things up before everything implodes and she ends up spending another New Year's on the couch with cheap Proseco inhaling shortbread and stale stuffing trying desperately to stay awake for the ball drop.
Screw 'em. If everyone else bails, more Bailey's for her. She will camp out alone, stare up at the stars, invoke her inner Oscar Wilde and ring in the new year with a mighty YAWP. Carpe'ing the diem.
There's a time in one's life when the status quo isn't good enough anymore. A fine line which once crossed there's no turning back. Kate's been in stasis, paralyzed by dashed expectations. There's no passion in her actions, no joy in her jive. Her get up and go got up and went and she's surrounded herself with like minded lemmings waiting for something, anything to give them a sign, show them they way, lead them off a ledge to jump.
This year things are gonna be different. She's got affirmations and inspirational quotes. Heck she's going all out and signing up for an Olympic distance triathalon. She'll worry about the swim part in March. She's got so much momentum she's going to post "tsunami escape route" signs next to her cubicle at work. She's shifting atoms, making rain, blowing up the black hole she used to call her life. This is gonna be her best year yet. She's got seven whole days to pull it all together. No way to back down now.
It never pans out.
The best laid plans, blah blah blabbity blah.
This year she's starting early. She's got a whole week. More than enough time to manifest a life changing program which will culminate in a grand celebration on New Year's Eve. She'll gather up some gal pals, build a beach side bonfire; they'll drown themselves in stories of what once was, lay out dreams of what will be. Consume copious amounts of the home made Baileys she has no business drinking, all the while committing themselves to brand-spanking new vows to Make Things Happen.
Time to shake out the old, ring in the new, wipe the slate clean.
Tabula rasa.
Just like last year.
And the year before that.
And so on and so forth and Auld Lang Syne.
But this year it's for real. She's a grown ass woman, time to get it together. No more putzing around. Kate's determined. Casey, however, is on the fence about showing up, Marnie wants to go to Vegas and Billy can't leave her dog alone for more than 4 hours for fear he'll have an epileptic seizure.
Kate needs to shake things up before everything implodes and she ends up spending another New Year's on the couch with cheap Proseco inhaling shortbread and stale stuffing trying desperately to stay awake for the ball drop.
Screw 'em. If everyone else bails, more Bailey's for her. She will camp out alone, stare up at the stars, invoke her inner Oscar Wilde and ring in the new year with a mighty YAWP. Carpe'ing the diem.
There's a time in one's life when the status quo isn't good enough anymore. A fine line which once crossed there's no turning back. Kate's been in stasis, paralyzed by dashed expectations. There's no passion in her actions, no joy in her jive. Her get up and go got up and went and she's surrounded herself with like minded lemmings waiting for something, anything to give them a sign, show them they way, lead them off a ledge to jump.
This year things are gonna be different. She's got affirmations and inspirational quotes. Heck she's going all out and signing up for an Olympic distance triathalon. She'll worry about the swim part in March. She's got so much momentum she's going to post "tsunami escape route" signs next to her cubicle at work. She's shifting atoms, making rain, blowing up the black hole she used to call her life. This is gonna be her best year yet. She's got seven whole days to pull it all together. No way to back down now.
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