We are well into the new year so it’s time to think about goals. Or words of the year. I’m kind of over resolutions because I think people see that word and associate a whole lot of nonsense with it.
Did you set any goals? Pick a word? Have you already forgotten about whatever it was you wanted to do? #nojudgement
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I went back and forth on picking a word, because I’ve never stuck with one, but something about complete is just making my heart sing.
So let’s call complete my word.
And dear readers, I’d love to expand on that in a meaningful way, but Goop has been so sick this week that my brain can’t spend too much time on any one thing before it flits to something else. I’m not fighting it. But I can share two goals with you today, and they relate to the idea of complete.
More specifically that my wardrobe and my ever-expanding library are complete. In 2018, no new books, and no new clothes.*
Of course there’s a *, which is that if something breaks (like my slippers, which got a nice hole right in the big-toe area), I’ll replace them. And yes, used books and clothes are a-okay. Hello library used book shelf, and ThredUp.
a glass of milk 