I’m in the midst of packing up my giant suitcase and make my way back to Los Angeles tomorrow in the wee morning. Whenever I leave my room in Orlando, I always go through my old drawers and my closet to see if there are any items from my past that could possibly weave its way into my current lifestyle. And there usually is. Tomorrow I’m bringing home fake Wolverine claws and my Spice Girls watch. Spurts of childhood visit me often.

My face throughout the majority of 2012.

I’ll be up in the air as 2013 commences. And that means its brother (sister?), 2012, is giving me the deuces.

I’d recount all of my best times and lowest lows from 2012 on here if I could. Problem is that I have shit for memory and can’t really remember anything past what, September?

But do know that in retrospect, the good outweighed the bad in 2012 and I’m hoping 2013 will be just as mildly memorable.

My “resolutions” for 2013. FYI, they aren’t anything out of the ordinary:

+ Read. Just fucking read anything. I need to find my rhythm back into reading books and magazines on a daily basis. My writing needs more oomph, as it lacks inspiration.

+ Write for myself. Short stories, poems, songs. I miss writing for me and only me.

+ Give more. I really want to volunteer more consistently. Just haven’t found that right org yet.

+ Cook more. And I mean beyond what I already know how to cook.

+ Run more. Would be fun to train for a half-marathon or something of that calibar for the summer. Gotta get on that now!

+ Stress less. I feel like I said “I’m SO stressed out!” almost every single day. Calm the fuck down, Mel. You’ve been through worse.

What’re your resolutions this year? Let me know in a comment! Dig it.