I've gone 31 days, one whole month, with trying to do my new year's resolutions.
I've done my hair most days.
I've done my makeup every day.
I've walked my 10,000 steps.
I've drank water. (That one wasn't my best during this month).
I've chosen happy.
And you know what? I want to say it's helped. It's helped with my depression. With the way I interact with people. With the way I feel about myself. It's surprising to me.
So here's to another month, 28 days, of choosing to be happy.
