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Out With the Old...In With the New

So 2011 is slowly but surely coming to a close. If you're like me, you're taking these last few days to reflect on this year...and trying to figure out what you can do to make the next year better.

As I've said before, 2011 has been a year that really defies words. Between losing people I love to changing jobs, I'm still not able to talk about it. When I am, believe me, you'll be the first to know.

What I can talk about is what I'd like to see in 2012. I'd like to lick this weight problem once and for all. I want to commit to myself in a way I haven't before. That means daily exercise, cooking, and shopping on a weekly basis. I don't know if I'll be able to maintain all that, but it's a goal.

I also want to decorate my apartment. Since I've been in LA, I've moved five times. Naturally, I haven't felt stable. But now that I'm in my 40s, I need to have a place I'm proud to bring people to. I need to be able to have company whenever I want. So, I'm gonna make this place like home. I've already bought one of those dispensers for my toilet rolls and a bathroom scale. I've never had those before. Also, I found some cute things for my walls...AND (this is the biggie) I have living room furniture. An actual loveseat and chair! Beige leather, very good condition...and only $60. (Yes, it was an awesome deal and yes, I'm feeling pretty sexy about myself right now.)

And finally, I want to start saving money. I've never been good at that because I'm a shopaholic. But this year, I want to commit to saving at least $20 a week. I know it's not much, but it's a start. And for me, it's huge.

I guess what I ultimately want for myself is to act like the grownup I'm supposed to be. And I want to be the kind of person that someone would want to love. That's what's most important to me...to work on being the best me I can be while I wait for my Mr. Wonderful.

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