2008!

It's officially 2008. Officially time for me to get my act together.

"I don't even know what that means," Tyson said.

"It means I'm going to stay on top of my bills," I replied. But really it's a whole lot of things.

I had two New Years Resolutions for 2007. The first was to not cry about Michelle in public anymore. A few public nervous breakdowns had literally labeled me as "the girl who cries" (at least at the O.P.) so I made that priority #1. My second resolution was to not date anyone younger than me.

I kept one of those resolutions.

The one regarding crying about Michelle in public was ruined on New Years Day. And while over the course of the year I became more and more of a shut in, I also became more and more forgiving of myself for how I cope.

The dating one worked out well. In 2007 I was involved with people as old as 31, but not one younger than myself. Woot!

In 2008 I have way more than two resolutions:

1. Jazzercise my little butt off. Until I can officially refer to my butt as 'little'.

2. Make a better effort to get my writing published. Consistently.

3. Get help. Mentally. This starts with clearing my back balance at my pcp and asking her opinion on the matter.

4. Visit each and every one of Vermont's local breweries. BEER!

5. Stay on top of my credit. Seriously.

Not so exciting, I know, but hey, it's the year to get my shit together. I'm turning 25. No more excuses.