This New Year's Eve I noticed something, a pattern, a pattern I haven't seen before. I sensed it, it bothered me, but I was blind to it. It's rather simple. Nothing alarming or significant about it. Until you understand what it means. 

Every year on December 31st I call my relatives and friends in Russia to wish them Happy New Year. What could be wrong about this? Nothing at all. Except I AM THE ONE WHO CALLS. Think about it. Think about it carefully. Not once has anyone called me. No, I take it back. I think once someone did call, only I can't remember who. Usually my mom calls when she needs money, but not on New Year's. To her credit, this last year she called twice not to complain in hopes I'd send some cash but to share good news. Both times I was flabbergasted and afterwards, very happy.

Anyway. What I mean for you to see is what I'm doing to myself. Notice. 

I'M BEING A GOOD GIRL.