When I grow up, I’ll be stable
Posted By Hinda Mandell on January 5, 2010
By Faigel
Is it too late for a self-indulgent new year’s resolution post?
Oh well!
I realized my new year was off to a good start when I attended a New Year’s Eve party entitled “Hooch and Tits.” That’s right. The fact that it was thrown by my family is beside the point.
Despite the title, it was a pretty tame night. It was also the first New Year’s Eve celebration in six years during which I did not exchange heated words with a boyfriend/partner/date/romantic interest. A small feat, no doubt, but I’m taking this as an auspicious omen and running with it.
2010. What the fuck? How did I get here?
I’m not quite 30, and I’m not quite finished with grad school. And I haven’t gotten it quite right in love yet. And I could eat healthier. And drink less. And deal with my anxiety by meditating and attending a yoga class (again). And learn to be braver in my mistakes. And submit for academic publication.
Who am I kidding? Just making this list was exhausting and leaves me craving a Beefeater martini (up with a twist, please!).
I realize there’s some peace in self-acceptance. And I’ll spare you the Hallmark line about how this is just who I am, and I should just learn to accept these things about myself. Not that there’s no truth in these statements, but at this age they come off like platitudes leaving me so bored I could die.
So, 2010, what do I want from you?
Let’s coexist.
Be good to me, and I won’t try to put too many expectations on you. Deal?
Fine, I’ll stop drinking so much.
Just as soon as I finish this martini …
Cheers to another year, everyone. (This one will be different).
I think that’s healthy