…feeling grateful after a lovely, cozy, simple Christmas, and looking forward to some extra-special New Year festivities.
…in full conspiracy-theory mode after having watched entirely too many documentaries on Netflix. I now have the intense desire to buy a ridiculously expensive juicer, dumpster dive for meals and keep our money in a shoebox under our bed. What I will actually end up doing is hopefully making a few soon-to-be-blogged-about changes in our lives that are at the more non-crazypants end of the spectrum. There are a lot of things I'm eager to put into motion for the coming year (which is, of course, always the case this time of December).
…the proud owner of a pair of mint-colored skinny jeans. And thus the obsession begins.
…working on a rough draft of my Gretchen Rubin-inspired Happiness Project. Oh, man, if only I could be less intense and detailed and obsessed with list-making. I'm trying to keep it simple (something I especially loved about Gretchen's own projects) but my ideas keep spilling off the page. I thought this would be a way to reign in my resolutions to a more doable list, but I'm not sure I'm capable of that.
…feeling much more introspective than usual. Sometimes I get almost selfish with my thoughts and just don't want to blog or tweet or share any of it. It feels good to sometimes just keep things to myself.
…happily blonde again. I'm not platinum or anything, but I ended up treating myself to highlights earlier this month—for the first time in a year and a half—and I've come to the conclusion that I'm just happier as a blonde. For a while I thought that made me vain and silly, but I've grown to realize that at a certain point everyone has something they do that is a little bit extra, just for themselves. I rarely spend money on myself (even the aforementioned skinny jeans were courtesy of a free jean voucher from Gap!), so getting my hair done every few months is just something I'm going to do. As odd as it sounds, I just didn't feel like myself when my hair was caught in that light brown/dark blonde state. I feel more like me now.
…listening to Florida Georga Line's "Cruise" on repeat like woah. I can't get enough. It's so catchy and delightful, and I secretly want Jay to sporadically proclaim, "Baby, you a song. You make me want to roll my windows down and cruuuuuise." (I force him to listen to it enough that it's probably inevitable, no matter how hard he tries to fight it.)
…quite entertained by Eisley's current antics. She makes everything either way more fun (waving to strangers and saying "Hyyyeeee!" and "Byyeeee!" to everyone and giving me her mischievous grins) or way more awkward (tantrum-throwing at the library and spitting Wheat Thins all over her carseat while I'm driving on the freeway). She feels more and more like a little side-kick, though, which is rather delightful.
…gaining a lot of perspective when it comes to living simply. And trying to balance that desire for simplicity with my expectations, hopes, wants, and needs.
…nearing my seven-year anniversary with Jay. How is that even possible? Mind blown.