May Resolutions Review

Hey B.

Let’s see… a little check up on my resolutions and how they’re going… ?

 

Week One Jan 3-9 : No more sodas. (I feel like this is super reasonable. I love tea and everything else just as much if not more.)

HAH. I think I succeeded on this one, but it didn’t last long. *sips her Dr. Pepper*  Maybe I should get back to work on this one.

 

Week Two Jan 10-16: No more candy. (This will be so difficult at work.)

You know, this one stuck. I don’t eat candy, really. I am chewing gum lately to trick my brain when I get anxiety, but that’s about it.

 

Week Three Jan 17-23: 6 of 7 days, cut out fast food. (This includes breakfast. Oh, that will be so difficult. I am going to practice Week One and Two.)

HAHAHAHAHAHA…. I really need to fix this. I mean, to be fair, since I bought my lunchbox, I have been having mainly sandwiches and water. But, for breakfast, ugh. I still swing by Chikfila and throw away my money. Not only is it not good for me, but it kills my bank account. (More on Finances later.)

 

Week Four Jane 24-30: Pescetarian again. (Only Fish and Poultry for the meats.)

For the most part, I have done this, though I admit to having Black Forest Ham on my sandwiches. RIP.

 

 

 

New goals for this month? Let’s see.

For the first time, ever, Matthew and I are trying Envelopes as a way to manage money. It’s been pretty great so far because we physically see the money we have and don’t have before we make financial decisions. This is only week one, but it’s already made me that much more conscious, so I’m hoping this one sticks.

gave up gaming, though this wasn’t a goal of mine. It’s a cycle, I know. I play the games for a bit and then I get off them and back to the world for a bit. This is also not out of any ‘games are bad, mmkay’ rant at all. I love games. Just like I love movies and books. Granted, the ones I play have stories that keep me interested as opposed to shooters and stuff, but oh well. It’s worked out, though. I’ve been watching movies again, tv shows I enjoy, and reading. When doing the hobby of roleplaying, I never feel like I have time to do those things, so it’s nice. It was most horrible when I lead the guild. I felt I had to live and breathe the guild, work, sleep, repeat. Thankfully, I had enough sense to still spend time with Matthew and Elijah outside of it, so nothing was truly damaged as far as my life goes. I am proud I had a handle on that and felt I was responsible. Emotionally, eventually, it took a toll but that’s neither here nor there related to time. In any case, I’m writing now. So that’s cool. 

I have been going to bed around 8-10pm more often than not during the week and in turn, been getting up earlier and feeling more energetic and just at peace. While at first, I panicked thinking OH NO MIRANDA, YOU ARE NOT BEING PRODUCTIVE WITH YOUR ONLY ‘YOU TIME’, but I was. I was choosing health. I was choosing to be well rested so I could effectively kick ass at work and stuff. I was choosing to shower in the morning before work and wake myself up proper. I was choosing to stick to a schedule. It’s fan-fucking-tastic.

In addition, I want to continue my discovery of faith. I swear, every month that goes by has felt so good. I have never felt so peaceful and healthy. I have stopped feeling like I’m a royal fuck up that’s going to die and end up in the wrong place because I didn’t dot my i’s and cross my t’s. I don’t feel like by doing things I have always done, that I am being ‘wrong’ or ‘sinning’ or not ‘good enough’. I just… Ahh. It’s so nice. I don’t like to shit on things in order to make myself feel better. (Don’t get me wrong. I’m imperfect. I still do it. But I am trying not to.) So any Christians reading this, I speak purely and truly to my own experience and life – and nothing of you and your particular stories. I hope they are wonderful, and they are what you need and breathe. You do you, boo. I’m doin’ me.

The last but not least thing is, I am evaluating my relationships. In that mean, I have a lot of codependency issues I am clearing up with myself, and they have with or without my knowledge affected my friendships in some way, be it minor or major. I don’t know who will stick around afterward, who will come closer, or who will have no clue what I am talking about. I am learning about boundaries, and limits, and self-help, and not putting up with shit I don’t care about. At this point, if people who have seen me in my best, in my worst, and in my struggles of sweet ecstasy don’t want to be around … Fare thee well, Felicia. 🙂  

Relationships go two ways. For me, things that are the most important are Communication. Honesty. Forgiveness. If you can’t meet me on at least two of these, then we’re gonna have a bad time.

 

 

Anyhow. That’s me.

-M

Here, have some music.

Dear Catie, A Happy Self.

When I woke up this morning at 9:00am, I didn’t really have a ‘plan.’ I knew I was off, I knew I wouldn’t have Elijah until tomorrow, and that I had just me, myself, and I for the next 24 hours. It’s a Thursday, but it’s also New Years Day. Is anything open? I bet not, but I bet the movie theater is. For some reason, they’re always open and it kind of makes me feel bad for the workers, but not bad enough that I didn’t get my ass up for the matinee showing of Wild (Starring Reese Witherspoon) at 10:40am.

So in I walk to the theater, having no idea what this movie is about – not even a trailer of it. Someone I loosely know knew of my situation (‘divorced’) and thought to tell me to go see it, with urgency. They were not mistaken in this suggestion. This is my first text after seeing it, to my mother:

It’s about a woman who’s had it all and lost it all and made a lot of mistakes and so she goes on a journey for herself to find the woman her mother always wanted for her (to be her Happy Self). It was just really therapeutic. I thought to myself, “Maybe I should go on a little thing, too.” And then I realized, “I already am.”

It just gives me hope that this isn’t for nothing and I will come out of it all a Happy Self.

It’s true. I really am already on my own adventure. I live by myself (sometimes with Elijah) in a new city I’ve never lived in that is much bigger than the suburbia I grew up in and the small towns I visited. The dynamic of people, their mannerisms, everything is different. At the mall, once the movie was over, I realized that sitting on the bench drinking my smoothie – no one noticed me. No one spoke to me, no one saw me — I wouldn’t even have to go on a hike across the PCT to feel solitude. Life was happening all around me – yet separate from me.

I am not writing this as a depression piece — I actually find this very beautiful. The idea that I can sit in a populated area and simply be beside myself while having the opportunity to reach out and speak to anyone I wanted, it was like a super power.

A lot of my country-living family and relatives have asked me how I can do it, and that all the sirens and noise of the highway must drive me insane. When I began to speak of the ritual at night time when I turn all of the lights out and lay on my bed, stare up at my ceiling and the noise just… enters. Cars on the highway. People in their apartments (speaking softly). The occasional, nightly sirens going off. It’s all a symphony of hyperactive life all around. You will find each of these things – though maybe isolated – in the country. They won’t be as often, and the country leaves a lot of quiet – too much quiet for me. Too much silence for my thoughts to invade where they shouldn’t and cause problems that never were.

But here? Here, it is a symphony. It is music inside of earbuds taped to my head as I drift off to sleep. I am at such peace, yet I am still able to think – and better yet, control where my thoughts linger. I am able to contemplate the last year of my life, where it ‘all went wrong, and then take a deep breath as I release the burden to the sky.

Every day that I am off, I have ventured in to the city – to a location I’ve never been. I’ve been to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant or two, a privately owned pharmacy, a coin-laundromat on the other side of town, and even walked a mall I’ve never taken time to bother with. Every day, I put myself out there without going farther than 10 miles from my new home. There’s people of all walks of life here, and I finally feel like I can belong in such a new place without everyone staring at me like I am the new girl. I’m not the new girl in town anymore. I’m the new girl in the city – and that’s exciting. I can walk around with the utmost confidence because no one knows me, no one can snoop up who my family is off a whim of asking ‘granny down the street who’s kin I belong to’ or any of the more ‘comfortable’ details of living in a small town.

And I know this won’t last forever. I know, someday I will find someone up to my level who will sway me to move elsewhere – whether it’s in Texas or not – and my single-living-apartment-adventure will end..

But it’s not about the start or finish. It’s about the journey. It always has been. I have been so focused, the last half year, on reaching the finish line of my grief. I gave up a life I had – a beautiful life that I had with a beautiful family. You will be hard pressed to find more decent and considerate folks than Mr. Donald Dyer and Mrs. Debbie Dyer, my ex-husband’s parents. I will be hard pressed to find a more compassionate man than Matthew was – and remains to be. I am so blessed to call him co-parent to my child, Elijah. That young boy will want for nothing.

As the holidays came upon us, I look on it now like it was all a blur, though at the time it was very much not. Thanksgiving came like a slap to the face. My birthday arrived a week later with news of needing to pack everything up immediately and find a place to live, my dad having hardship that aided this, and then being single for my birthday for the first time in.. at least a decade. Then three weeks blew by as I packed, searched, found, scavenged for the money, and then moved in three days before Christmas. I didn’t even have a tree, let alone the amount of presents I wanted for Elijah – but we’re doing fine. He made out like a bandit. But I was single, once more, for the third anniversary of celebration in a row within a month. Thanksgiving. My birthday. Christmas.

It was a lot of grief, a lot of pain they don’t tell you about. I remember texting my mother the day of Christmas, prepared to beg that I stay home because it was all too much. But instead, I decided it was time to get out of bed. It was time to go see my family – because that’s what it is about and I lost sight of that. I went and had the best time at my stepfather’s parents’ house with the whole family, eating, laughing, playing games. My sister, her best friend, and I went to the movies for a double feature and I didn’t get home until the early morning next day.

I feel like I was prepared for New Years Ever, and then Day. I had made it through the past month with my head above water, and a strong mind. Crying is alright, and grief is a place I went for the holidays, but the important thing to remember is not to live there. This, too, shall pass.

New Years Eve was a blast. New Years Day was a revelation, not because of the first day of a new year but because of the events that happened on it.

It’s time to stop grieving.

It’s time to let it go.

It’s time to be a Happy Me.

Dear Catie, I had a conversation with someone about being Emotionally Strong.

… And I was really proud of how I handled it, so I wanted to put it here in case there are others who can benefit from it. I hope you enjoy. All names will be changed for privacy of the person I spoke with.

This is a link to what started the conversation. There are some things I don’t agree with, like the man’s use of the word ‘Never’, but overall, I found his post inspirational for those seeking to strengthen their emotions. Someone responded with sarcasm and I told them I was disappointed in that response, saying it was uncalled for. So, they took it upon themselves to reply in a much more civil fashion, and thus this beautiful correspondence happened:

 I didn’t mean to come across as a dick by being sarcastic. It’s kinda my default setting. I’ll try to explain why I disagree with this entire article in a neutral fashion.

If this article was made with the intention of inspiring me and making me feel better, it’s failure to do so is notdown to me, it’s down to the author. It isn’t a reader’s responsibility to intentionally feel the way an author wants them to.

Furthermore, according to this article, being upset by something is my own fault, not the fault of the person who upset me. I personally think this is incorrect.

There’s also an implication throughout the article that I disagree with. The purpose of these tips is to make yourself “emotionally stronger” (whatever that even means) and it then goes on to list a few things that one could consider kind or thoughtful towards others. However, the problem I find with this is that they’re using self-improvement as a motivation for being forgiving, or even loving someone. As if being kind or love itself isn’t motivation enough on its own.

For example: “I forgive you for sabotaging my relationship with my ex-wife, but only because I want to become emotionally stronger.”




Readers, have you ever felt this way about any of these opinions? I will not share what I wrote in response, hoping to clarify some of his points.

Oh, I see! Okay! I will try to explain the best I can, but if it doesn’t make any sense, or you continue to disagree, then we can simply agree to see differently.

” It isn’t a reader’s responsibility to intentionally feel the way an author wants them to.” Truth. I agree. If he wrote this expecting everyone to feel EXACTLY DOWN TO A T what he feels, he is a dumbass. The reader is not responsible for not feeling exactly down to a T what the author has put.

“If this article was made with the intention of inspiring me and making me feel better, it’s failure to do so is not down to me, it’s down to the author.”
Truth again. While it was meant to inspire and make many feel better and it failed to move you, it is not on you for not feeling that way. Different people are different stages in their lives, their emotional well being, and their self-esteem are going to interpret this differently. For example, someone who is aware of their emotional instability who is seeking for inspiration or such, will find it most often than not. For someone who is not, or doesn’t care to on some level, maybe they won’t see it at all? As this is an internet collum, where many people in many stages of anything may read it, it is impossible for the author to assume 100% agreement with his statements, as they just won’t happen. However, if he reaches out and helps many, but doesn’t help a few, that is not a lost cause. That’s just how that one plays out sometimes. It’s not his fault there are a few who don’t receive the message, because of this entire paragraph’s reasoning. However, it’s certainly not the reader’s fault either. For whatever reason, the message wasn’t received. Lost in translation, nothing more.

Your second to last paragraph involving not knowing what ’emotionally stronger’ means, I will touch upon this particular case. To be emotionally strong: (as told by medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com ) “emotional stability and resiliency, characterized by assertiveness, caring, coping, and stress-management skills.” When you are stable emotionally, and the bad things that WILL happen, happen, you are better prepared to face them. For example, if I have no self-esteem (which in turn causes me to be emotionally unstable for a number of reasons), and someone comes up and tells me I’m fat, or ugly, or pale (as if this is a negative thing and I need to tan), then I am going to get all kinds of riled up, or upset, and cry a lot, and allow this to affect the way I see myself even further. However, if my self-esteem (and therefor, emotional stability) is better than this, or healing (as mine is today), someone can call me fat, ugly, or pale and I will think twice. Maybe in comparison to what they are used to seeing in their daily life, I am bigger? Maybe they feel that another type of body or physical appearance is more attractive to them, and that may not be the same to my own standards? That’s okay. As someone who is stronger in my esteem and emotional stability, I can hear that and think about it. either way, the problem is coming from them, and it’s my decision to let it affect me or not.

Which leads in to my next explanation. “Furthermore, according to this article, being upset by something is my own fault, not the fault of the person who upset me. I personally think this is incorrect.”

You are entitled to this opinion. You truly, truly are. However, the reason many will disagree with you, Mr. Paul included, is because: You are in control of your own emotions. — I know, what? WHAT? Crazy, right? I thought so aswell, but when my counselor of a year or so ago told me this, I laughed my ass off. “Certainly not,” I said, but she explained that in my particular case, in which someone would be cruel to me or attempt to guilt me… I had a choice. I could let them, and I could feel guilty about whatever it was, or I could accept that.. This is their /attempt/ to make me feel this way, and I have a choice. When I choose to let them make me feel guilty, I don’t feel good about myself. I begin to loathe myself. I began to hurt myself either with things I would say to myself about myself, or physically. It’s not a healthy way to live, letting others affect me. It’s similar to my example of someone being rude and insulting my physical appearance. I can choose to go and cry about it, or I can be confident enough in myself to see that either they have another view of beauty, or they’ve got some problems of their own. Neither are about me, and thus it is my choice. Now, is the person who is being rude at fault for being rude? ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY, because that’s just mean. Why do it? But is it their fault if I get pissed about it? No. That’s on me. I could have taken a step back, etc etc.

Bottom line: Your own actions are your own doing. No one can make you do something without your consent. No one can make you feel inferior without your agreement. (this, of course, excludes things like someone physically forcing something upon you. If someone takes my hand and hits my face with it, that obviously wasn’t my fault if I can’t overpower them. But in this case, we are speaking of emotions, not physical boundaries.)

My final point: “I forgive you for sabotaging my relationship with my ex-wife, but only because I want to become emotionally stronger.”

Forgiving someone, I personally believe, is not when you tell them you forgive them for whatever happened. Forgiving someone is when you don’t even have to tell them, and you believe it of yourself. Example:

If Bob had sexy with Jane, who is Joe’s jusband, and sabotaged their marriage… There are too many factors here that could be involved in the sabotaging of their marriage. I mean, Jane obviously had sex back, and maybe they were unhappy, or she was weak, or maybe she’s a slut, but the fault is never 100% Bob’s fault. So I won’t use this example.

So, from the example of, “You beat the shit out of me in high school, but I forgive you because I want to become emotionally stronger.”

You don’t have to say this at all. If Billy, who beat you up in high school, comes to you asking for forgiveness, then you can say whatever you like and that’s on you. But actual forgiveness is when you can sit there with yourself and think, “Billy beat the shit out of me in high school, and that was awful. When I see Billy, I get angered instantly, and my mood sours, and sometimes I think about paying back the favor.” That’s affecting you. You’re letting him affect you. If you truly forgave him, or if you want to forgive him, you must work on thinking about: “The longer I am angry with Billy for what he’s done, the longer I allow myself to feel angry, or let my mood be soured. I don’t like being angry, or being in a poor mood. To get rid of it, I have to let this go. I have to forgive him. If I truly let it go, I will be free of feeling so angry around him, or letting it ruin my mood. I will be happy. I will be more emotionally stable around him.” Yes. Forgiving someone makes you emotionally stronger. Have you noticed that it may be really freaking hard to ‘just be kind or love’ Billy otherwise? I encourage you to endeavor to try not forgiving Billy and being kind or loving him. And it’s not only forgiving him to feel better about yourself. What if you truly forgave him, and by the time you had, Billy comes around and asks for forgiveness, being truly sorry? You will have the power to tell him, “You know what, man? I forgive you.” And it can end there. Or it can grow into a friendship. Maybe Billy had a rough childhood? It’s not right, still, to have bullied you, but it gives you the opportunity to grow, to learn, to realize Billy is more than a bully, and that in itself makes you emotionally stronger. Thinking of people as more than the surface is very hard to do, especially when they’ve wronged you. But if you can think of no reason to forgive someone out of just being kind or being loving, then another way to attempt is to remember, you will grow from it yourself and move on.

I hope some of this shed some light. If it didn’t for you, I hope maybe it did for someone else who’s reading this who may also have been confused. I invite you to continue this discussion here if we can manage to be civil (which your last response was remarkably so!), but if we can’t, I ask that we take it to PMs, or perhaps just leave it as a ‘We just won’t/don’t agree at this time.”

Thanks for writing back, Sir. I appreciate seeing your point of view.

So, in conclusion readers, I hope this helped shed some light. If any other comments between us are made, I will consider sharing them as well to give you the full conversation / context.

-Miranda

Dear Catie, Valentine’s Day is around the corner.

Some people think Valentine’s Day is Hallmark’s way of getting another holiday out of the year to sell cards to, that florists use to up the price in all floral arrangements, and for woman to ultimately guilt men and pin them up against their fellow men on ‘who went out with all the bells and whistles’.

Some people think Valentine’s Day is about celebrating that you’re with so-and-so for x-amount of years, and it’s another occasion in which the pair of you can reap the rewards by giving gifts to each other. An intimate gift exchange, so to speak.

I don’t care what other people think. I am going to tell you what *I* think, Catie.

Now, mind you, this is what I choose to make out of this holiday, and what I choose to celebrate. This has nothing to do with anyone else. This was not taught to me by anyone else. This is just what I chose to do because I want Valentine’s Day to be universal for everyone, whether you’re single or not.

Let’s focus on:

Love.

  • Valentine’s Day will henceforth be celebrated by myself and my own in a way which reflects how much we love everyone around us and others who have walked in to our life, either as new friends or old. 
  • We will celebrate that we are not alone — Not that we aren’t ‘single’ or ‘married’, but that we have people in our lives – friends, family, etc – that love us and value our place on this Earth. 
  • I want to celebrate the human connection. Empathy. I want to make sure to reach out to all that I can on this day to remind them that I think of them often and wish them love on another day that we are living.
I get what the people are saying when they want to celebrate another year with their spouse, and giving a gift to them. That’s fantastic. Celebrate your matrimony! However, that excludes people who are not in a significant relationship like that, and it makes some people of this group angry. Let’s not be angry anymore. It may not be the love you wish you had right now, but it is the love that you’ve got. 
Cherish each other. Cherish your friends. Cherish everyone who has impacted you, for better or worse, because you wouldn’t be where you are without them.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
-Miranda

Dear Catie, The other night we opened up our ‘Quote Books’.

And I wanted to post a lot of mine. However, this one in particular will be upon your request where we posted the ones we did collectively with reader Adam.

Our Chat
 

Me: (Who is completely obsessed with relatable quotes)
“If you insist on measuring yourself, put the tape around your heart instead of your head.” – Mr. Rogers

“Even if you are on the right track, you will be run over if you just sit there.” -Anonymous

“If you don’t know where you’re going, how will you ever be able to recognize when you’ve arrived?” – Anonymous

“Oh, the lovely thinking! The beautiful thinking.” John Steinbeck from East of Eden

“One of the tragedies of real life is that there is no background music.” -Annie Proulx

“The smallest goal achieved stands taller than the greatest intention. Do whatever your heart leads you to do — but do it!” – Unknown

“Treat problems as opportunities to be creative. As a result, your life will be vastly enriched.” – Anonymous

“He that composes himself is wiser than he that composes books.” – Anonymous

“One day is worth two tomorrows.” – Anonymous

“If you would know the value of money, go and try to borrow some; he that goes a-borrowing goes a-sorrowing.” – Anonymous

“A little neglect may breed mischief; for want of a nail the shoe for the horse was lost; for want of a horse the rider was lost; for want of the rider the battle was lost.” – Anonymous

“Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead.” – Anonymous

“If a man empties his purse in to his head, no man can take it away from him. An investment in knowledge always pays the best interest.” – Anonymous

Adam: (Who is completely obsessed with American History / Presidents)
“We better hang together, because we will certainly hang seperately.” ~Ben Franklin

“Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country,” ~ JFK

“It is certain that we will, when we will.” – St. Augustine

“Comformity is the jailor of freedom and the enemy of growth,” – JFK

“You have nothing to fear but fear itself,” – Franklin Delano Roosevelt

“In giving freedom to the slave, we assure freedom to the free,” – Abraham Lincoln

“I will fight no more, forever,” – Chief Joseph

“Speak softly, and carry a big stick,” ` Theodore Roosevelt

“Facts are the enemy of truth,” – Don Quixote

“It is to be remembered, too, that the affections of men generally turns towards power,” – Alexis de Tocqueville

Catie: (Who is uplifting when we need it)
“May Fear & Dread not conquer me.” -Buddha

“You don’t love because, you love despite, not for the virtues, but despite the faults.” – William Faulkner

“…A different plant grows from each kind of seed.” – 1 Cor. 15:38

“The sun has one kind of glory, while the moon and the stars each have another kind. And even the stars differ form each other in their glory.” – 1 Cor. 15:41

“Don’t blindly believe what I say. Don’t believe me because others convince you of my words. Don’t believe anything you see, read, or hear from others, whether of authority, religious teachers or texts. Don’t rely on logic alone, nor speculation. Don’t infer or be deceived by appearances.Do not give up your authority and follow blindly the will of others. This way will lead to only delusion. Find out for yourself what is truth, what is real. Discover that there are virtuous things and there are non-virtuous things. Once you have discovered for yourself give up the bad and embrace the good.” – Buddha

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” – Rumi

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning how to dance in the rain…” – Vivian Greene

“It is good to take others into account but when you start letting other peoples feelings and emotions dictate your decisions you only hurt yourself.” – Catie Cappadonna

“Forget the former things; do not dwell in the past.” – Isaiah 43:18

“The limit to your abilities is where you place it.” – unknown

“When love is not madness, it is not love.” – Pedro Calderon

“Be bold enough to dream even if you have to take huge risks. Never Ever Settle for anything but the VERY Best.” – Catie Cappadonna

Dear Catie, Resolutions in Review: Week Two

Miranda’s Resolutions in Review

Apologize only when I regret. 

Same progress as last. Guilt-manipulation is harder to pull on me.

Be positive.

Yes. Yes. Yes.
No more sodas.

I totally had my fifth Dr. Pepper last night. Oh well. Five in 17 days. I’m okay with it. It’s progress.
No more fast food.

Let’s just leave it at ‘I am failing this one’, and call it a day. (:
Plan ahead on school work. 

I am still doing the thing at work where, in down time, I open my books to study! I have read the intro to both my Creative Writing books (two of them) and my Spanish!
Write for 30 minutes, every day.
This. This is still happening, and I am also roleplaying again on GW2. It’s been fun times.
Work out.

Am I taking out time to work out? No. I am not. I realized that my priority to do this has shifted. I am too busy trying to integrate writing my book, my new job schedule, and next week my school schedule in to my life, and trying to integrate work outs on top of that is going to drive me over the edge because if I don’t do it, I will feel like a failure and stop ALL of the things I am trying to do. So, this does on the back burner.

Flesh out one of the many ideas I have for a book, and write a plot line.

This is the same, and I am going to high light it in green from now on and not comment more than ‘it’s coming along’ or something, since I have achieved this.

God, God, God.
I can always do more here, but I am also speaking to Him more than ever.

Work on at least two of these resolutions each week.

I really like that I changed this last one from ‘Complete 2’ because Resolutions don’t end. Mine are life-style changes. And it feels good to know that I am doing way better at my resolutions this year than last. Heck yes.
Love you, B.

Miranda