At least 2009 is over.
In 2009, I gained a new living space--the back room with books.
I lost ugly ceiling tiles.
I stopped most types of useless worrying.
I started planning for the future.
I was hugely satisfied by the number of books I read this year.
And frustrated by my lack of serious writing.
I am so embarrassed that I didn't put any effort into NaNoWriMo.
Once again, I played with a baby. I love babies.
Once again, I did not organize my photos. What is wrong with me?
The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is WOW! All this long hair!
The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is my ability to disconnect more easily from the stuff that usually drives me nuts.
I loved spending time looking at color swatches and going to the beach.
Why did I spend even two minutes thinking resolutions would be fun to keep track of this year? Please don't ever let me do that again.
I should have spent more time working in the garden.
I regret buying nothing and then wishing I had, only to go back and find out that it's gone.
I will never regret buying the Twilight series even though with that money I could have bought lots of socks.
I procrastinated way too much.
I didn't organize enough.
My fits of writing inspiration at inconvenient times and locations drove me crazy. It is not easy to write down ideas while driving a carload of kids from St. Louis to Chicago.
Was the supermarket crazier than ever last year? Or was it me?
The most relaxing place I went was the beach.
I feel so wistful when I write that down.
Why did I go to that Halloween Dance? It was so LOUD...and full of children.
The best thing I did for someone else was go to the doctor with grandma.
The best thing I did for myself was buy new mascara (that I Luh-uh-uhv).
The best thing someone did for me was plan the group gifts this Christmas! What a relief!
The one thing I'd like to do again, but do it better, is summer vacation.
I lost ugly ceiling tiles.
I stopped most types of useless worrying.
I started planning for the future.
I was hugely satisfied by the number of books I read this year.
And frustrated by my lack of serious writing.
I am so embarrassed that I didn't put any effort into NaNoWriMo.
Once again, I played with a baby. I love babies.
Once again, I did not organize my photos. What is wrong with me?
The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is WOW! All this long hair!
The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is my ability to disconnect more easily from the stuff that usually drives me nuts.
I loved spending time looking at color swatches and going to the beach.
Why did I spend even two minutes thinking resolutions would be fun to keep track of this year? Please don't ever let me do that again.
I should have spent more time working in the garden.
I regret buying nothing and then wishing I had, only to go back and find out that it's gone.
I will never regret buying the Twilight series even though with that money I could have bought lots of socks.
I procrastinated way too much.
I didn't organize enough.
My fits of writing inspiration at inconvenient times and locations drove me crazy. It is not easy to write down ideas while driving a carload of kids from St. Louis to Chicago.
Was the supermarket crazier than ever last year? Or was it me?
The most relaxing place I went was the beach.
I feel so wistful when I write that down.
Why did I go to that Halloween Dance? It was so LOUD...and full of children.
The best thing I did for someone else was go to the doctor with grandma.
The best thing I did for myself was buy new mascara (that I Luh-uh-uhv).
The best thing someone did for me was plan the group gifts this Christmas! What a relief!
The one thing I'd like to do again, but do it better, is summer vacation.
1 comment:
hahaha, lots of socks?
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