Okay, so almost full 15 solid days into 2014 and I can now say with confidence that I am still a mess.
A mess for my standards.
Granted, shit could always be worse.
I’m not really big on New Years resolutions because I’ve learned a long time ago they just aren’t for me due to the fact that I make all these false promises to myself and to other people only to fail miserably and/or get mad at myself.
I’m all for change and advancing to the better good but that’s something that should be strived for regardless, despite the oncoming new year.
Admit it. You’re tired of seeing it too.
“New Year, New Me”.
“No time for lames this year”.
“Switching it up this time”.
“About to get my sexy back. Y’all ain’t ready”.
2014 is a new chapter, a blank one. I just want to make it better than the last book, but other than that I can’t make typical resolutions for myself for the new year and let’s break this down why.