Old Habits, New Resolutions

Hank said old habits are hard to break. He wasn’t wrong. But hard isn’t impossible. I usually wake up hungover on January 1 thinking more about a sausage biscuit than a New Year’s resolution. Maybe 27 is my year of responsible adulthood, maybe I’m just tired of spending the first day of a new year in bed with crumbs and Gatorade. Either way, I woke … Continue reading Old Habits, New Resolutions