Has it already been a year since we vowed to implement a new all-natural skincare routine, to have the most organized Spring semester yet, to start writing that novella? Let's spare ourselves some disappointment in 2015 and take a page out of the Catholic guide to aiming low. I've been attending Catholic schools since 1998. Primary schools, single-sex high schools, two Catholic Universities, even a brief flirtation with Jesuits. Between Louisville and New Orleans, I've only lived in overwhelmingly Catholic communities that have provided me with countless unique lessons in pragmatism. Always befriend the nuns. A little leg stubble keeps the navy blue crew socks over the ankle and insures avoidance of wardrobe violations.
Give up nail-biting for lent when you've never so much as gnawed off a hangnail. I have a 22 year degree in narrowly sidestepping Catholic guilt and feel the call to evangelize.
Set yourself up for success in the New Year. Resolve to drink more coffee. To make more thirsty instagram comments. To buy more books that you don't intend to read but look fabulous on your end table. Let's each channel our inner Catholic School Girl Forty Days Before Easter Sunday and pick something doable this time. You're welcome.
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