Answers to the question "What are you doing New Years, New Year's Eve?"

• Going to the same family friend's house I go to every year, where I will eat mostly desserts off of paper plates.
• Playing numerous card and/or board games, all of which I will neither win nor lose, but land somewhere in the middle.
• Making forced small talk with people 3 times my age, topics ranging from school to my current relationship status.
• Tweeting.
• Texting. A lot. Specifially, my long distance boyfriend who is currently in PA. He tried to bribe me with a cat video for dirty pictures earlier. I didn't give in. 
• Leaving aforementioned family friend's house no later than 11, when everyone's eyes start drooping.
• Going to sleep.

New Year's Resolutions

Are kind of a joke--let's be honest here. But I do believe that the end of the year is a good time to reflect on all that you have accomplished, and what you would like to change. Reflecting on my reflection of last year, I didn't really have any kind of reflection. The one thing that does stick out in my mind, however, was how unhappy I was. I think, unconsciously, I made resolutions to start being happy. I was also really, really unhappy with my body, and all of the weight I had gained (freshman 20, anybody?). When my mom took portraits of us at Christmas, I distinctly remember not being able to look at the pictures of myself because I was so unhappy. Evidence is below.

The interesting thing is that I didn't start losing a significant amount of weight until the school year started--that's when I made the choice to start being happy again. And here I am, a year later. I have lost all of that weight. I am happy again. And of course, a lot of other aspects of my life have lined up as well also, but I think those top the list. 

Happy New Year! I hope it finds you well and happy. 

I sincerely apologize for not updating more. The truth of the matter is, I've run out of profound things to say. Like I ever had profound things to say in the first place, but I think that's the point.

I started keeping up this blog last year at this time because I was going through some rough times. It was a coping mechanism that turned out to work quite well. The very foundations of where I had placed my faith were being shook--things that I thought were guaranteed, weren't anymore. And because something I had believed to be concrete and stable went awry, and I began to question everything in my life. If my thoughts on this (which I had held for a long time) were wrong (or being doubted) then how did I know that the other things I believed true were right? When my introspective confidants had disappeared (for whatever reason), this blog took their place.

Which explains why I haven't written something of significance in a long time. The need for that reflective process is gone. I'm kind of sad about it, but kind of not. I mean, time goes by, things change, and there's absolutely nothing I can do to stop it. As the past year has shown me (more than any), people come and go, things will change, but time continues.


So I mean, I'm alive, but that's pretty much all you need to know.

True Story