New Year, New Me (But Like, Actually This Time)

So apparently it’s 2009 and I’m supposed to have my life together now? Cool cool cool.

New Year, New Me (But Like, Actually This Time)

Marcus and I spent New Year’s morning making coffee that tastes like disappointment and writing down resolutions we’ll probably forget by February. Mine include the obvious stuff - pass the NCLEX when I take it next year, get through senior year without a complete breakdown, maybe learn to cook something that isn’t ramen.

Resolution planning in progress

But then there’s the resolution I wrote down and immediately wanted to cross out: “Stop pretending I don’t like Marcus as much as I obviously do.” Because apparently NYE kisses at midnight make you write embarrassing truths in notebooks.

Morning coffee ritual

When I showed him the list this morning he got this stupid grin and said “So we’re making it official official?” and I may have thrown a dish towel at his face.

Sharing resolutions (some more embarrassing than others)

The truth is, watching him make terrible coffee in my kitchen at 9 AM on January 1st, wearing yesterday’s clothes and looking completely content to be here… yeah. This might be the year I stop fighting it. Resolution number one might have to be admitting I’m completely gone for this graphic design nerd. Don’t tell him I said that.