So... I turned 29 last Sunday. Sincerest apologies for a week-long hiatus and for skipping out on the festive fare here on the blog (big birthday announcement! giveaways! maybe next year when I actually hit 3 decades?) - a terrible cold kicked in exactly the morning after my very low-key birthday dinner, and there I was, spending a week feeling like my body has serious hatred towards me, eating nothing but soup and literally doing nothing but watch Empire (how GOOD is that show, though?). I normally freak out when I'm not on the grind, but it felt good to not think about goals and work for a week.
