1. Nothing new hurt today. No new lines in the face appeared. One serious pillow crease freaked me out for about five minutes. I actually thought that the Wrinkle Fairy came and slapped my slumbering skull, but then a little cool water washed it away. Whew!
2. All I've heard are good things (thanks Erin and Lanaux) about the 30's, and I am inclined to believe the news. The 20's were rough. So much change and instability. I had no idea who I was or where I was headed. Not much has changed as of this morning, I am still a spaced out cadet looking for her satellite, but at least I have a reliable crew to join me on my life's mission. Miles and Jesse make excellent team mates.
3. My gift to myself: lighten up and accept mistakes. Yep, I'm really going to try hard and shed my perfectionism. If I haven't dropped the habit in a month, I will be furious with myself for not getting it right. Wrath and tears will ensue. Opps, wait. I can't do that anymore. The new, 30 year old me doesn't have room for that type-A b.s. Life is too darn short to stress about things that are out of my control, and it's too sweet to fret about things that I can control but don't need to. I am resurrecting a motto I coined in college. Now, you've all heard of "WWJD?", right? Well, I roll a bit differently. My motto is "WWFD?" "F" you ask- well, that's easy. I am referring to the band Foghat. "What would Foghat do?" The answer is: Slow ride, take it easy. And that is what I plan to do.
4. Major plans for this next decade? Well, given my new credo if chillaxin', I can't say for sure what will happen. I'd like to finish my master's degree. Seeing that I've now taken grad courses from three universities but have yet to commit to a program, I want to change that. Currently, I am finishing requirements for a teaching license, but after that, it's all fair game. I'd really like to pursue something akin to my undergraduate degree. I miss writing gonzo papers comparing Soviet propaganda to 50's sci-fi movies. Yep, W&M let me out doing academic stunts like that- and this is why I send then a contribution annually, to keep the LCST program going. Who needs an English degree when you can take seminars on nightmares and the New Yorker??? I also want to explore the option of writing for a living. That, to me, would be a sweet way of earning some cash. But what to say, what to say???
5. Last but not least... I am proud of my growth, from that wild child with the orange/blond/pink hair to wild teacher with the brown/orange/blond hair. Interestingly enough, I entered a ticket lottery not too long ago. A few years back, I was doing lotteries like this to get Phish tickets. This lottery is for tickets to Antiques Roadshow. Need I say more?
And one final parting shot, Jesse and I are making our triumphant return to the local mixed doubles tennis league. We haven't play competitively in 5 years, but that doesn't mean our thirst for victory has lessened with time. Okay, seriously... we haven't regularly hit a tennis ball in two years. I'm just praying we have fun and get a bit sweaty. If I make it through the season sans injury, that will be victory enough for me. Go Team Thomas!!!
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Once again...Happy Birthday! Keep on writing....you certainly have my vote on that! You have made me feel that I have been a part of your family through your words and pictures.
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