Over the past few years I have followed Laura Lippman's tradition of choosing a one-word resolution for the new year. (I haven't seen her word for 2022 yet).
In years past I have spent a fair amount of time trying to come up with something pertinent and meaningful. Something of value.
This year I'm going with a word of total and unapologetic self-interest, of no value to anyone other than myself.
Call me selfish. I do not care.
I call it self-care.
My word for next year is "pamper."
I'm going to welcome 2022 with gifts from me to me.
Some scrumptious scented body oil of my favorite fragrance
A new pair of slouchy jeans
And a new frock.
Slouchy jeans and maxi dresses! They're back! And I'm happy to see them, and wear them, again. My ol' hippie self rejoices in the fact that everything old is, indeed, new again.
And I've started planning a trip for later in the year.
I, like many of you, am ready to travel again.
Beyond ready.
If the trip falls through due to yet another COVID variant, so be it. I'm doing all I can to lessen the financial impact should that happen. Travel insurance. Refundable flights. Accommodations with a good cancellation policy.
I need to spend some time doing one of the things I love best - planning a trip. The planning is, to me, a major big fun part of travel, and thanks to my Baccarat Rouge 540 scented body oil, I'll smell absolutely divine while doing it.
