{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"New Year's Resolutions 2016 &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"c0qLynLoDZ\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/new-years-resolutions-2016\/\">New Year&#8217;s Resolutions 2016<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/new-years-resolutions-2016\/embed\/#?secret=c0qLynLoDZ\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;New Year&#8217;s Resolutions 2016&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"c0qLynLoDZ\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"2015 was hard. It was bad at times, even\u2014but as one who is proud, it&#8217;s difficult\u00a0admitting that out loud. I&#8217;m the first-born of\u00a0immigrant parents (one half of which is a feminist), which means you know better than to admit hardship. To fall is to be vulnerable, and to be vulnerable is to be\u00a0weak. You keep your head up. You move on, work through it alone. Quietly. Greater than my sense of pride, however, is the guilt. I&#8217;m blessed and I know it: I have a roof over my head, I have a job that I&#8217;m excited about, I have a working mind and body, I can afford to eat organic, I&#8217;m typing from a goddamn Macbook. I have all that I need and a little more. How could things possibly bad? How could I let myself wallow in self-pity when there is so much worse in the world?\u00a0What&#8217;s wrong with me?\u00a0 It&#8217;s not all happy days and pretty things, but\u00a0I&#8217;m learning that it&#8217;s okay to admit when things get tough. I&#8217;m happy for 2015 to be over soon. And while the end of a year is no guarantee for things to get better overnight, I&#8217;m one of those silly people&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/kevinkim-nj-salsa-juan-pachanga-performance.jpg"}