It is pretty much understood that New Year’s resolutions are broken within the first week, yet it is hard to not get caught up in the excitement of the New Year. With the simple flip of the calendar date, a sense of fresh starts and new beginnings overtake the collective consciousness. And I’ve fallen victim to it myself, again.
Last week, I spent New Year’s Eve completely sober, went to bed at 10:30 and was donned in my boyfriend’s sweater and distressed jeans. And I never had so much fun on a New Year’s Eve, I laughed so much and experienced pure, uninhibited joy. Rousing games of charades, Monopoly Jr. and a Disney-fied Who Am I? with family created the perfect platform to kick of 2016. An evening with Joseph Gordon-Levitt, however, would give that night some serious competition.
As the warm weather of summer held over long past its due, the unseasonable temperatures afforded the perfect excuse to not make the semi-annual great big closet switch. I never knew if I was going to throw on a t-shirt or a giant sweater. But alas, here in New York, it is officially winter and it is officially time to clean out the closet.
One of my illustrious goals for 2016 is be perfectly in the moment. Rather than stress over the unpredictable future or analyze regrets of the past, I want to stay present by enjoying the right now. Something as mundane as a walk to the subway can be a journey of discovery when your backdrop is New York City. To deepen that experience, I plan to scour the shelves of Strand for a copy of this.
With a vegan boyfriend, I often refer to myself as a vegetarian who is 98% vegan. Cheese, in all its glory, is the one thing that I just can’t or don’t want to give up completely. Like all of the devilishly delicious things in life, cheese has an addictive quality. Over the last few months, my vegan status has dropped to about 75%, with my skin and waistline as evidence. With this best of vegan that New York City has to offer, I’m ready to bring my vegan game back up to A+ status.