Sorry, but someone had to say it: your New Year’s resolutions are utter shit.
Welcome to 2018!
Aren’t you happy to be here?
You did the thing. We survived 2017 then donned an absurdly sparkly dress and partied with the naïve hope that 2018 will be better. Because we’re going to make it be better. New year, new you. Am I right?
Except for the random guy in your bed this morning. I bet you’re not willing to change that part of your life. Don’t worry, you aren’t getting any judgement from me. In fact, you can think of me as that friend who encourages you to do it. All the time.
I really do believe that New Year’s resolutions are utter shit. This is coming from a woman who used to write a list of goals for the month and has a to-do list as long as my arm, so I think I know what I’m talking about. I would dutifully write out a list of things I wanted to do and I would post it on here for everyone to see. Sometimes I achieved a lot, sometimes I achieved nothing. And that was embarrassing. And disappointing.