I'm not Antonio Banderas either...but I'll play!

  I definitely think that reflection is good, but sometimes scary, too. Some of these really had me stumped for a while, but I guess that shows areas of improvement for next year. Here's a toast to you, Sisters. Happy 2006.

  In 2005, I gained travel experience (not to mention the same baby niece).

  I lost a lot of my naïveté.

  I stopped listening to my parents (and exercising, too).

  I started a new journal AND a new sketchbook.

  I was hugely satisfied by my fiction workshop.

  And frustrated by my work environment.

  I am so embarrassed that I (still) don’t have straight teeth.

  Once again, I danced in the rain.

  Once again, I did not make a scrapbook (which is the same as not organizing my photos).

  The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is several inches of hair.

  The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is my outlook on the world, from individuals to nation-states.

  I loved spending time in foreign countries in good company (including Sister #1).

  Why did I spend even two minutes wishing he would love me?

  I should have spent more time paying attention to what my friends WEREN’T saying.

  I regret buying my slut rag, also known as the “pink debacle.”

  I will never regret buying that colorful shawl from the gypsy even though with that money I could have bought opera tickets.

  I laughed way too much.

  I didn't drink enough.

  My friends drove me crazy.

  Was my schedule crazier than ever last year? Or was it me?

  The most relaxing place I went was Cyprus, that Mediterranean paradise.

  I feel so cold when I write that down. (Chicago winter and all).

  Why did I go to the Uptown Tap?

  The best thing I did for someone else was tell them I was proud of them.

  The best thing I did for myself was listening to my heart, even when it was wrong.

  The best thing someone did for me was hug me tight and close and say that everything was going to be okay…even though we weren’t sure of that.

  The one thing I'd like to do again, but do it better, is love.