Well Hello, New Year Anxiety

How about a beautiful little January pact instead?

Flamingos in Florida (1930–1945) chromolithograph.

Dear Beautiful Friends,

With three wee days of the year remaining, I’m caught in a crack of competing desires. Maybe you can relate?

• Forcing An Itinerary of Wonderful Winter Cozy-and-Interesting Plans Onto my Husband Without Informing Husband of Said Plans (Carefully Itemize in Notes). Do I even need to say how this turns out?

• Wanting to have the most indulgent “do-nothing” week because when else does this Western society allow us to stay home and be absolute f*ck-offs for days, other than right now? And don’t I have to REST UP for all the incredible shit I’m going to create in the New Year, starting Jan 2?

And herein lies the rub, and your January invitation.

“Hey BH,” January says, greeting you at the door, “Come on in, take your shoes off, get comfortable, settle in, let’s get to know each other.”

Let’s make a deal, a new beautiful deal going into January.