This might possibly be the first time I’ve crossed over the threshold of a new year without being armed with an extensive list of new year’s resolutions.
I’m all about new.
And I quite fancy intentional change.
{Because I’m ever in need of it}
But this year…I just wasn’t feeling it.
{I am, however, beginning to feel the after-effects of the enormous quantities of cream cheese I consumed this past month.
We like creamy and cheesy in this house, what can I say?}
No list. No preparation.
The clock striking midnight almost slipped by unnoticed.
Well, if we hadn’t been surrounded by a few other kissing couples, the clamor of the ball drop would have slipped by completely unnoticed.
{we actually had a few friends – plus kids – stay overnight…so fun!}
So to celebrate, I ate more cream cheesy things. Dips galore. And Cheese cake.
Sure, I’d like to lose these final few pounds…eat healthier…exercise more…read more…listen more…talk less…dig into my bible more…actually follow a budget for more than 4.5 days…and be more consistent in daily routines {cough*laundry*cough}…
But you know, it’ll come.
In time.
Today, I’m just enjoying my family.
And quite possibly, a little cream cheese.
{Kraft is in no shape or fashion paying me to confess my undying love for their creamy, hip-expanding product. I do that for free}
