I hope you all launched into the New Year with the subtlety of one of Katy Perry’s firework bras. This year is going to be a great one. Yes, cause I said so.
I’ve been a bad blogger this past year— very bad blogger. Part of it is Twitter’s fault—bad Twitter— and part of it is due to chronic illness. Don’t feel too bad for me, I have chocolate.
Anyhoo, I’m about to start treatment for said illness, so my blogging abilities are unlikely to impress you again anytime soon. It’s all very frustrating. I have my goals. I’d like to be meeting my goals and instead... Well I’m pretty sure this is what a toddler feels like when you put them on one of those lead things— “Come on, dude. I have places to go and people to see”.
I’ll talk more about my illness in my next post, not to bum you all out, but because I hope that having that information will prevent the same thing from happening to you, a family member, or God forbid, a child. Because it is preventable, it’s just not being prevented.
Now it’s the start of a New Year and you know what that means... resolutions! What are you going to do this year? I’m resolving to get well, and with a little bit of luck complete some of my ongoing goals, but a lot of that will depend on how sick the getting well part makes me. So I need to live vicariously through you all. No resolution is too big or too small. Share!