Well, it’s a new year.

I have some goals.  I’ve never really  had those before.

1. I’m gonna lose the rest of the baby weight.

2. I’m gonna record as many polygamist shows as possible.

3. I’m gonna write more. Aren’t you beside yourself with joy?

4. I’m gonna stop now.

I want this year to be a season of unconditional love. And mental health. And physical health. And dental health.

Which is frankly none of your business.

I also want this year to be full (mostly) of self discipline and business – ness.

And I kind of think this is my year.

All I know is, I can pretty much do whatever I want, to the capacity I want. I can at least try.

My bangs were weird today.

I tried to take a picture of them. My arms are too short.

The rest of me looked awesome.