This year, my goals and me are reacquainting ourselves, thick and smile-filled and puffy with hope. We've established some airy, weightless idears that'll no doubt be painful come the push of fall. But, pay that no mind. Keep your hope handy and fuel it with cookies and those hugs your mom gave out when you saw her last, things like that are what new years and holidays are truly about. And shut up with the I thought you were going to do that last year kind of auntly commentary, even if we both are thinking it. Remember how you felt when that kid in second grade told you the truth about Santa Claus? Yeah, don't be that kid. But don't be the kid who believed until tenth grade either.
Goals for 2010
- Move away from Garnett to . . . almost anywhere will do.
- Find a second writing assignment
- Run 425 miles
- Take sewing lessons (it's not improving on its own...)
- Volunteer at the food bank
- Touch my toes
- Visit New England, Canada or Alaska
- Write a(nother) novel, only better this time
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eres muy bonita
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