A Game Changer

January is tough, people.

The holidays are over, there’s all this pressure to be shiny like a brand new penny, and the weather is usually not optimal. For me [for as long as I can remember anyway] the first month of year brings about a personal lack of motivation in myself. I actually foolishly thought I had outgrown it, since most of my January’s the past five years have been #MeAndD packing and moving, but sadly, as this month reared it’s “HaPpY New Year” head, I suddenly found myself feeling uninspired to do the sh*t I usually love to do.

And that’s when you have to LEEEAN in!


Or [at least] that’s what I am trying to sell myself ;) I don’t know = am I alone in this?? Maybe it’s the month? Maybe it’s hormones? Hell, it could even maybe be our “hot mess” of a political climate right now . . . either way, I don’t like it, and frankly, this Lucky Little Mustardseed must grow up. I know that I am not going to be the first or the last chick to feel blue in January, so honestly I need to stop my bitching and just jump on that to-do list.


Stocking Hat: Free People / Glasses: Dolce & Gabbana / Sweater & Coat: J.Crew

iPhone Wallet: Kate Spade New York / Jeans: Citizens of Humanity / Shoes: Vans


But the fact of the matter is January is a game changer. For me. For you. And sadly, for this country :( and although I can muster up a smile for that camera lens, my heart is breaking inside = it’s breaking for the colorful quilt of races that blankets this once great nation. It’s breaking for my brothers and sisters of the LGBT community. It’s breaking for our female future. I never thought this day would come. The inauguration of hate.


“My motivation is tomorrow, just one day at a time, right?” — Rafael Nadal


I know this post is all over the place but that’s where my head’s at. Lots of stuff needs to play out this year – the good, the bad, and the unavoidable ugly/racist/sexist acts I am sure we will see from our new president in the coming year. I can hardly stomach it, y’all. So today I don’t wear my bright colors simply because I adore them, but more as my rainbow-atic armor. To shine on. To eat the frog. To have the strength to accomplish what I can control. Today, it’s simply my to-do list and maybe a chair. Tomorrow, it’s the Women’s March in San Diego.

Photos by Henry S. Young

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