For the past couple of days, I have been thinking about what I want my New Years resolutions to be. I’ve been good about being a regular at the gym, not just when the major holidays and summertime come around. I have my boyfriend to thank for that, who is dedicated to going nearly every day. Me, I am more of a 3 or 4 times a week kind of gal and during that time of the month maybe twice. Since I got that locked down from last year’s resolutions, I am trying to think long and hard about what I want to accomplish this year.
When you are eighteen, fresh out of high school you think you have everything planned out. Or you have nothing planned out and can’t wait to start making plans. Well, I was the one that thought I knew everything. I was going to get my degree in English, become a writer, writing amazing bestseller books or become an editor for a publishing company or newspaper. Oh, if only I could meet eighteen-year-old me. I would laugh right in her face a shake her out of her stupidity.