Square Peg ● Round Hole







I don’t know about you, but I greeted 2022 with hesitancy. Let’s face it, the last two years haven’t been overly kind, so it is natural that we are all a little suspicious about what the new year will deliver. In my personal bubble, I am still a believer that resolutions are bullshit. Just another way to set ourselves up for failure. They are simply unrealistic expectations.

Instead of saying “I’m going to lose 50 pounds”, concentrate on tweaking your lifestyle. Three years ago, I adopted a sustainable lifestyle that helped me learn to be mindful of what I am eating. I still eat dessert and have adult beverages, but only in moderation. I am so in tune with my eating habits, that when I don’t follow them, I feel like shit. You all realize that the first three letters of diet, spell “die”. Let that sink in for a moment. Deprivation is the downfall and you will fail every time.

While I find resolutions repulsive, I do love the idea of adopting a word that can serve as a mantra. A reminder that despite my circumstances, I can find my bliss. My word this year is “human”. Why? Well, I want to remind myself that I am fallible, imperfect, and teachable. I don’t want to forget that I don’t do life alone. That by embracing my humanness, I allow room to forgive myself which can extend to others. It is simplistic, but necessary to continue to be the best version of myself.

As I raise my middle-finger to the concept of resolutions, I honor those of you who grab tight and diligently work your intentions until next week. When you get tired of the insanity, come join me on the dark side.