Dear Becky, Thanks for always encouraging me to be creative. You let me talk to you about starting a blog for months before I actually did it. You’ve always been supportive and I’m very lucky to have you as a friend.
Dear person on a motorcycle without a helmet, I’m worried about your safety. Why aren’t you?
Dear boyfriend, Thanks for picking up sorbet for me last night. And also thanks for not getting mad when we sat in bed and I reached over repeatedly to take scoops of your Ben and Jerry’s between scoops of my sorbet. I like to change it up, you know? If that isn’t a sign that you’re a keeper, I don’t know what is.
Dear hair, Wow. After that haircut on Tuesday you are a lot shorter than I thought you were going to be. But you know what? You’re looking super healthy. I’ll try my best to be good to you but you know how I love to add some curls.
Dear Netflix, I don’t remember what my life was like without you. Is that sad?
Dear morning workouts, I like you and this seems to be going pretty well. But after six weeks, am I ever going to see results? I look exactly the same. I thought at some point my upper arms were going to stop doing that giggle wing thing, no? I’ll keep trying.