New Year. New Body. Okkkay?

I'm sitting up in the Heathrow Aeroport in London, after a very long but cute three weeks in Europa, - I'm trying to sit comfy in these cheap ass seats, whilst avoiding the smells of holiday diapers, ya know, breathing thru my mouth, eating oats and dried fruits, constantly translating the military time on the departures board in my head so I don't miss my flight which is still two hours away..the point? Well..there really isn't one. In an international airport, you have tons of things to do, actually, but you never end up wanting to do any of them. Worrying about getting home for New Year's Eve on time tonight in New York has probably aged me by two years at least. The most overrated night ever has become my most favorite! Thanks to champagne, H&M clearence dresses, and a new attitude. It's so cheesy, but true - It's not what you do with the night, but the rest of the year. Aww yeah, I feel an Orpah moment coming on. Again, the point? That there isn't one. If you had to look back on the last 12 months, what would you say about them? About yourself? Are you still going to be going to lunch with annoying co-worker? Will you take people's compliments with just a thank you? Are you going to try not to over eat? Put all those pictures in the books? Spend more time with the kids? Stop buying rounds so people will like you? Shit. Well..again, not sure what I'm getting at, I've just been in an airport for a very long time, mostly the whole year actually - but, if I had to describe my last 12 months .. it's be "Really? Shut up." ha. Take that as you wish. Pointless blogs. I love em'. I'll be in the corner giving free hugs to the bathroom cleaning lady.