If this blog post doesn’t represent that it’s never too late to start, I don’t know what is.
Nonetheless, Happy freaking New Year!
even if it’s 41 days late
I mean, I blogged a grand total of four times last year. The least I can do is give y’all a glimpse of the year I fell off the face of the earth.
When I thought about what I was going to write in this post I was kinda stumped, honestly. I didn’t have as many “noteworthy adventures” as I did in 2016, where I was zip lining or white water rafting every other month. Once I took a moment to look at the year, I found that it was more of a year of finding joy in the small, simple things.
There were a handful of FIRSTs.
Your girl got boujee and had her first facial because who wants to live their life with boulders in their skin?!
Bless Serenity Skin Studio for dealing with my endless questions and my hot mess-ness.
“I knew you were ready for me because I just heard a bigggg sigh once you laid down… though the door.”
~my sweet esthetician
I also attempted follow the crowd and venture into this whole succulent craze.
I bought an Aloe Vera plant. Not a cute cacti. Aloe Vera.
But hey! At least I always had sunburn relief at arms length & at any moment’s notice ?!
&& yes, I eventually killed the poor thing.
I’m done. I can’t.
I attended my first silent film. It definitely was not what I anticipated. The live music consisted of the most odd, darkest (borderline disturbing) techno music I’ve ever heard in my life. It was an experience to say the least.
I also got to move in with this gem and had a handful of random adventures. One being, playing darts at an Irish Pub (another “firsts”) on St. Patrick’s Day.
Turns out that I’m not half bad, either.
Would I put money on it? Well, let’s not too crazy.
Oh, but it gets better.
We finished the night off with a nighttime ghost tour.
Our new St Patrick’s Day tradition!
Finishing off the night dancing at Irish Pubs where one of the most jolliest, middle aged woman drunkenly told us, “Now, let me tell you young ladies something. Y’all don’t ever wait for someone to step onto the dance floor to start having fun. Life’s too short!”
Well, turns out that you can’t put a years worth of memories in a post without making a novel. So I’ll give you my 2017 in sigments.
Until next time, peace!