Now that we no longer travel to resorts that handle ALL things New Years, the anxiety rolls in each year: whats your NYE plan?
Let me tell you: the older you get, the more you hope and pray that someone more mature than you is having a house party. That means you will have a place to be, you won’t have to wait in line (not that I ever did, or would) and you know, you also save a pretty penny. Again, there were rare occasions where I paid. Yes, I was that person.
I never had NYE goals. Stubborn Neda: perfect just the way she was.
So, this year is my year to grow emotionally, financially, etc. I would be a liar if I said that instant gratification wasn’t my favorite drug, that I wasn’t all about the right now, or that it didn’t matter what that meant for the later version of me. I learned with time, because I was way too cool to listen at the moment, that the good things, the great things, the things you drool for and live for- they actually take time. Maybe, even some planning!
Wishing everyone a happy and healthy year to come, let this year be as fruitful as my post. Anyone that knows me, knows how true this holds for me. I quit cigarettes, something I didn’t think possible, I’ve been working on myself, and I will eventually get to the gym… one day. Until then, my lazy girl work out is doing its damn thing.
I hope you’ve enjoyed some of my past NYE photos – they highlight the ever changing hair color, and weight, of NH1.