Like promising to start exercising on the first day of the upcoming week or telling yourself that you'll put moisturizer on your face every night starting on the first of the next month.
Well, today I turned 31. I didn't have any big goals set for myself (aside from maybe a more regimented skincare routine, but I've already gotten a pretty good one down thanks to my visit from my Mary Kay lady in January) and even the small ones didn't happen.
Do I feel like a loser or like I didn't get anything done?
No, no I don't.
Maybe that's the gift given to us as we age each year: our field of fucks is cleared out a little bit more.
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