Cheers to you, 2K5

Happy New Year Dear Readers! (are there any left?) On New Year's Day, very much like everybody else, I find myself resolving to be healthier, to play harder, work smarter, and to do laundry more regularly.

Reflecting back on 2K4 has forced me to make some certain, uncomfortable realizations. These realizations have created a need for me to face a few fundamental facts. Although I'm hesitant to put it into writing for fear of admitting submission and defeat, I will ultimately be happy to get it off my chest.

I will not be a bad parent if I take a little bit of time for myself. Infact, this is one of the most important ways to battle depression and stay sane. Taking an afternoon to read a book, get a manicure or get highlights isn't selfish when you have no other time to yourself.

Age is more than a number. It's a state of mind. It's a physical inevitability. It's the countdown meter to seeing your boobs sag and your ass drag. I can't admit to pushing 30 or calling myself old any longer. I'm going to trade off of being twenty-something for as much as I can.

Last, what have I been doing for fun? Almost nothing. Even shopping depresses me. I never go out with my friends anymore. Time to change that too. Having fun is officially back in style.