My birthday was Tuesday. I am now 33. I think that has been a bit of a distraction. This year, I partied a big, but I spent a lot of time in reflection, trying to figure out how to right the shit that’s gone left, and how to steady the things that are going as they should. I have no answers right about now. I do know that I need to lose a trillion pounds. But I also know that I wore the most smokin pair of shoes I’ve ever owned.
Sexy right? Damn skippy. Shoe game handled. Now I have to get on my food journal game.