It’s been a week of excesses. Or, maybe make that a few weeks…

First we had our book party at Evolue, followed days later by the launch in New York with Jessa Blades and Kahina. Top those good times off with a blast of a birthday for our dear friend Anna then a wedding bonanza for beloved couple Katie and Matt. Needless to say it’s been a hoot—and we’ve been together—so double that fun.

But here’s a little secret about me, and I’m willing to bet some of you can identify: I tend to, well, over-celebrate. That’s not to say I end up dancing on tables, forgetting an evening’s events, or getting dragged out of parties by my afro. No no, nothing quite like that. I just don’t always stop when I should—especially when there’s an abundance of good food and wine on hand—and then I overcompensate by making really strict rules for myself.

Sound familiar to anyone else? In a blink of an eye I go from total party to total ascetic, often to the confusion of those around me.

There’s got to be a better way—like one that involves fewer rules, less guilt and fewer hangovers.

So this week, instead of making promises (usually broken) to myself about how I won’t have a sip of wine or a bite of cheese—how instead I will drink ginger tea, stand on my head and meditate every day at dawn—I’m going to try on moderation. A glass of wine, or even two? Sure. Some cheese and some hip openers? Why not.

Let the balance begin, yeah?

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