Happy (almost) New Year, darlings! I have a confession to make: I kind of hate today (and the word "hate" itself). I'm all about reflecting, recharging, and starting anew, but I can't stand the pressure to celebrate in the perfect, sparkly outfit. I already missed my chance to schedule overpriced dinner reservations, and I highly doubt I'll find a handsome mister to drunkingly kiss at midnight. Why are we so encouraged to focus on expectations that hardly ever lend themselves to a happier new year anyway?
On January 1st, December 31st, and every single moment in between, it's who we make and share memories with that matters. Have fun however you'd like tonight. Wishing you so much peace and so much love as you clink glasses with your confidante(s). Santé ! And hasta mañana.