I love a good blanket, you know? It could be a blanket with a fun backstory or a blanket that is particularly cozy or a blanket that is extremely large or a blanket that has the softest color of pink in it.
Yesterday I showed my husband two oatmeal colored sweaters I uncovered at a thrift store.
“They’re a little bit different, but I L O V E them,” I said.
“What is with you and that color? It’s almost as if you think you need more oatmeal colored sweaters,” he laughed.
Instead, we’re sort of in the thick of implementing our small steps towards the change we want to see. And, I’m realizing that even though we all have varying approaches to the new year, the one consistency everyone experiences together is the painful stretching.
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ALEXIS SWENSON 