Happy New Year! Instead of writing something profound for the purpose of this post, I’ll take a screen shot of what I posted on Facebook. A brand spanking new calendar year always comes with excitement, motivation, and optimism associated with a fresh start. Or at least that’s the case for my Polly Positivity outlook regarding the situation– I wholeheartedly believe this is going to be my year. Resolutions aren’t my thing so I’m going to be super vague and generic and set the intention of living my best life for 2019.
I woke up to a torrential downpour and extreme winds on 31 December. Combine that agonizing cramps [apologies if that’s TMI but on a scale of one to ten my uterus was an angry 25] and I didn’t want to do a damn thing. Even though we had tickets to the Oklahoma State and Mizzou game at the Liberty Bowl– thanks Ms. Williams!– the last thing I felt like doing was watching a sporting event when it was both cold and yucky outside. Being the devoted girlfriend I am I grudgingly trudged along….and I am so glad I did! Not only did the weather clear up and the temperature rise, I actually had a blast. We became Mizzou fans for the day [our tickets were in their section so we went with it] and their enthusiastic fans enhanced the experience. The game itself was close up until the very end even though ‘we’ ultimately lost by five points. Pronto pups and a funnel cake were consumed. Allen, let’s go to all the live games we can in all the sports!
Lest the bare shoulders and sopping wet hair weren’t a giveaway, I literally took this as soon as a I stepped out of the shower. I find this to be a metaphor. Washing away the bad juju of the past and coming out clean to embrace new opportunities. Stripped down naked [not really as there was a towel but go with it] and vulnerable. Truth be told I was debating whether or not to post this on social media. No eye makeup! Lack of interesting scenery. Would people think I was in my birthday suit and get the wrong idea?! Yet I decided that it was tasteful and accurately represented my mindset at the time, so I went with it. I find it refreshing that there was lots of positive feedback. The ‘real’ Sloane, unfiltered and au natural.
Clark flees the scene.
Performance anxiety, anyone? This photo has absolutely nothing to do with the new year but I laugh hysterically every time I see it. After a semi-confrontational meeting between Tony Stark and Clark Kent [complete with Mexican standoff and plenty of side eye], we decided two males might not be the best of friends. Tony’s a pretty chill dude who seems largely apathetic towards any other reptile so we decided Clark was the better candidate to meet our female, Dani. After looking at each other awkwardly for ten minutes– much like a junior high dance– Clark apparently got overwhelmed. We’ll try it again soon.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,