The first week of the new year wore me out: waves of office politics and mama bear frustrations crushed me into a melancholy mess this weekend. What a waste of a perfectly good weekend. I tried exercise, including an embarrassing session of what I now call "anger swimming." I tried martinis. I tried counting my blessings, even when they smelled funky and kept asking for more food. I tried telling myself that my current problems are temporary. Patience. Patience... patience... I'm terrible at patience. Oh 2012, I think you're gonna make me work on that one.
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Sorry the year is coming in like a hornet. Maybe you're getting it all out of the way early, so the rest of 2012 will be marked not anger by swimming, but by an easy glide across that perfectly gorgeous latte foam.
(It bears mention that my word verification is "joysm").
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