Dear 2018
In 2015 I said, I want it all. (Also, I said Publish)
In 2017 I said, Patience.
In 2018, I say: Produce.
(Also, Stretch. And Clear. But these aren’t as alliterative, so they’re forced to be a subtitle.)
Dear 2018,
I’m still a little tired from 2017, recovering from a good, no – more than good, a seriously incredible line-up that 2017 delivered. (Holy cow, where do I even start on the links? Try this.)
Every year I say I’m scaling back on this or that, every year my husband doesn’t believe me, and I defend that
