THE FEELING: Rest Up

No expectations other than blithely skating on a celebratory spirit, across piles of leftover glitter and pine needles

Pals,

My birthday is tomorrow, which is technically bad — the assumption of a January birthday is not only that your presents will suck, but that everyone has had way-enough — but actually great. It means that my holiday season runs straight through mid-January, right, and I have no expectations for myself other than, you know, blithely skating on a cele…