RESOLUTIONS 101
It's that time of year again!
Happy New Year! This is obviously satire, but in all seriousness I wish you luck in whatever you’re setting out to accomplish this January. Like seemingly every other coastal millennial I spent the weekend working on Grace Clarke’s 2025 Planning Template. So far, so good!
I’m too superstitious to put my goals on the internet, but for those curious, my plans for 2025 are equal parts dramatic and manageable and do not include 5PM dinner reservations or learning to play pickle-ball. Enjoy!
Doing Well
It wasn’t just the lighting at ZZ’s or the je ne sais quoi of the Miami air, she was almost positive that Cecilia had some work done. ‘Come on, you have to tell me! You literally don’t have pores’, she said, cornering her friend in the Soho Beach House bathroom minutes after the New Year's Eve countdown. ‘I haven’t done anything, it’s more like I’m doing nothing. Off the sauce, off the sugar, off the cigs…but not like an RFK way’, Cecilia replied clutching her Picante, ‘I mean tonight is obviously an exception- we have to live!!’ The next day as she boarded her flight back to New York she ordered every possible Red Light Mask and Gua Sha the internet had to offer. 2025: the year of doing less and looking hot!
Reading Between The Lines
It had been an uncharacteristically quiet week between Christmas and New Years. The day before she was supposed to join her family in Cabo she came down with a stomach flu that left her bedridden for 96 hours straight. Don’t tell anyone, but she was secretly relieved. A full week with an empty calendar felt like a miracle. The Echo Park bungalow she purchased a few years ago came with the most stunning floor to ceiling built-in bookshelves. It felt like a waste to get rid of the library, so instead she lined them with every novel, memoir and self-help book she had ever been told to read. Once the nausea subsided, she picked up a copy of ‘The Girls’ by Emma Cline and devoured it in one sitting. ‘Why don’t I do this more often?’, she thought to herself, promising her inner monologue that this would be the year she read 100 books.
Yes, Chef!
Her kitchen in Austin was approximately three times the size of her former Williamsburg apartment. She had grudgingly followed her then-boyfriend-now-husband to the Lone Star State just before Covid when he had been offered a job as COO of a plant based sexual wellness brand. To just about everyone's surprise: the company sold for an obscene amount of money and she fell head over heels in love with living in Texas. In spite of never whipping up anything more elaborate than a bowl of soup, she ordered every single cookbook on the internet that matched the aesthetic of her Zilker Spanish Colonial. Yes, Chef!!!
No Screen Queen
After receiving the bill for the Nefertiti Lift her dermatologist prescribed to pump the breaks on her worsening tech neck, she knew she had to change her lifestyle. ‘Let me know if you have any recommendations for board-games or books’, she would end her immaculately rehearsed spiel on how social media was destroying her generation. No more scrolling herself to sleep with the gentle lull of Jake Shane impersonating the Founding Fathers in the background. It was time to start living in the present.