New year. That’s it. It’s a new year.

Happy New Year!

2017.. I always feel time goes Oh, so slowly the first half of the year. The rest goes by really quickly. Especially this year, speaking for myself. Getting married, as those of you who are, really takes it’s toll. Being married on the other hand is fabulous.

And with a new year comes great responsibility and expectations. Wow we’re gonna change for the better. WE’RE GONNA BE SO FUCKING AWESOME AT THE END OF THIS! Dis gonna be me now. Which can be fine. But I don’t believe people change. Not really. Sure most of us have greater potential than we knew of and hidden treasures yet to discover. But they were always there. Hiding in the depth of our authentic selves. You know, the selves we were when we were small and hadn’t started school, so we didn’t know of and had to be ashamed of what made us different. Interesting. Special. Unique. I’m not gonna go into a whole rant about insurmountable ambitions, diets and a life full of charity work and selflessness -that’s all good if you need a reason to start bettering yourself. I don’t know if bettering is a word, if it is it’s a ridiculous one. But it’s 2017 and all I want to do is care less. Stop involuntary entering the minds of others and create made-up opinions about myself. Not that this isn’t a constant goal of mine, but reminding myself now seems like a good time to do so.

Besides struggling with no exercise and loving enemies taking control over almost every meal I’ve consumed the past two and a half weeks (yes, my Christmas holiday usually is two and a half week long), I’ve done this:

Couch.

Candy.

Ginger beer. Because we all know they contain lots of it and that ginger is healing.

Pajamas. (Silk, so still totally acceptable and makes you ready at all times for unexpected visitors bearing christmas gifts).

Complained over killer-throath.

Popped painkillers and sleeping pills like a really self-pitying person. Which one Must. not. abuse. This is, in the doctor’s opinion, very important. Not for me. I wish it was encouraged and great for the mind, body and soul.

All in all this has made me fairly happy and all warm and fuzzy on my insides.

Like this sweater.

I also went all red in my eyes, which I was convinced was an infection.

It wasn’t.

And cost my husband 1000 kr to figure this out.

(Notice the double-posting of two almost identical photos of basically nothing just to show my cheekbones in that last one in that lighting.

The weather’s been shit. Except this day.

I lied. Not a good start of the year of Perfection to come. We had two. I just thought one sounded more dramatic.

Anyways. After a long time surrounded by family and disease there’s been no time for real conversations and romance with the other one. So tonight we’re going all out (in Norway we’d use the term ‘full tit’, which makes no sense at all, to express how full out we’re going.)

So.. Happy new year!!

Go easy on yourselves.