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My sister is getting married next fall. She's been engaged for a week. In a terrible effort to convince myself that this is not a sign of us growing up I have regressed ever so slightly. Isn't 21 and getting married stranger than 22 and not? 22 and not done school, 22 and not sure what career is right, 22 and planning the next tattoo rather than china pattern.
Abbbee is 18. She votes for tattoo. 2 vs. lots. That's the only convincing I need.

So let's be young. Well, young-er, (young-is)h and make lists of the things we love most in the world. Things we love because we don't have to think about houses and marriage and kids and mini vans and little league. Abbee is going to help me. Consider this my tribute to starting the new year off by reminding myeslf of what makes me the best version of myself.

She'll ask the questions or give me a topic and I'll just be honest.

First, general things we are thankful for:
Loose tea leaves, coffee at midnight, our puppy, antique medical instruments, girls in red lipstick, movies about superheros (mostly batman movies), waking up to snow, full moons, singing Meatloaf, sushi dinners.

We both actually just agreed together that we love magic. We were raised in a house that encouraged believing in things that no one else did. I don't know how to describe the kind of magic we're talking about. It's like...when you feel an emotion so strong you feel like it's the strongest extreme of that feeling you've ever had and it's a little surreal. That surreal feeling in the moment, like seeing something that makes you stop breathing for a second, like smelling something you remember from a dream. It's deja vu. The small and few times you think that the universe has a plan and god is at work and maybe humans are more than accidents floating around. It's like....seeing your favourite band in the front row and getting your mind blown.

Next year I want more time outside. I miss BC and the mountains and the trees as wide as houses. I want Abbee to be here for the summer. I want to have just as much fun in Chicago, and if possible, more.

If I could give anyone a little advice for a happier year it would be, take more bubble baths. Listen to more music before bed. Write. About anything. Eat more fruit and choclolate, together. Fall in love with yourself. Know that all inspiration is just stolen, art is a combination of other people's ideas and don't be afraid to take from everywhere and everything. See some live art (music, theatre). Travel, but don't spend money. Talk to strangers. Eat weird food.
Do whatever you want.

OMG THERE IS A COMMERCIAL FOR A VIBRATOR ON TV RIGHT NOW. wtf.

anyways

In short and in closing, I just want to once again point out how happy I am that I don't have to plan a wedding. The next major event I get to plan is a road trip to Toronto to see a girl about a tattoo. No invitations to design, no money to burn on a white circus tent, just tea and concerts and game boards and weird food.

Here comes the insomnia. Bring on the herbal tea and honey.