Today’s list is 10 things I’ve not done in more than a year but that I am going to work hard at doing in the next 12 months. So here goes!
Go for a bike ride (Last ride: Autumn 2008)
Plant something (Last planting: Tulip and crocus bulbs in England; March 2010)
Eat BBQ burgers and dogs (It’s been 2+ years which is too+ long!)
Go to Scotland (Last trip: Feb/Mar 2010)
Travel out of state to visit friends* (Last trip: October 2009)
Go to a fair (Last fair: September 2006)
Get a haircut (Last cut: February 2010**)
Buy a fiction novel (Last purchase: April 2010)
Go camping (Last trip: So long ago I can’t even remember!)
Buy a new gadget***
And may I just say how difficult it was to create this list? At first I thought: Just 10 things? No problem! But the problem is that so many of the things I’ve not done in the past year+ are things that I have no intentions of ever doing again! I mean, it’s been more than a year since I last changed a tire, but I don’t plan on changing one in the next year. Nor do I plan on chopping fire wood or making a pinecone wreath.
How about you? Do you have a list of 10 things to share? And if so, how easy was it to create?
* As in to another state within the USA—not as in out of the states, which I’ve done as recently as December 2010. ** Yes, really. More than a year ago. That’s about normal for me. What do I care? It’s just hair. *** OK, in fairness I bought an iPod Shuffle sometime last summer. But with gadgets, a month is like a year, so I’m really jonesin’, man!
I cringe when I see incorrect grammar, spelling, and punctuation. But I only correct errors when I’m being paid to do so. [To clarify: I generally correct the errors in my mind, but only tell people of the errors when I’m paid or otherwise requested to do so.]
I think that demonstrating the ability to change a vehicle’s tires and oil should be a compulsory part of passing a drivers’ license test.
I wear glasses and will never get eye surgery because I like that the glasses obscure the fact that I don’t wear makeup.
I say a prayer asking God to guide the hands of the crew and to keep us safe in our journey; and I ask that if His plans don’t include our survival that He comfort our loved ones. I do this for every take off and landing because something compels me to.
I try to order low-sodium meals on the plane and drink lots of water so that I’m refreshed and non-puffy when I arrive. I even wash my face 2-3 times on long flights to/from the UK. I think it helps the jetlag. But that might not be true.
I can’t decide which movies I like better: The Godfather series or the Monty Python movies.
Despite my medical maladies, I think I’m mostly healthy.
I dream that my doctor will one day say “To live a long and healthy life you must eat lots of good steak and salty, deep-fried foods, drink lots of wine, and smoke.” Of course, if I hear those words I know it’s time to find a new doctor.
I cry myself to sleep at least once a week.
I recently ended a friendship that I didn’t want to end. I’m sure it will be one of the reasons I cry myself to sleep over the next few weeks.
I haven’t slept through the night since Paul died.
I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever sleep well again.
I thought that I was ugly growing up because one of my sisters told me over and over again that I was. (Funny, we all look alike!)
I thought that I was stupid growing up because a couple of my teachers said I was.
As an adult, I’ve learned to love myself and know that I’m good looking and intelligent.
One of my Paul’s friends told me that I’m a great person and I’ll find someone new when I’m ready—but that I’d have better luck if I’d dumb it down a bit. (Said person has likely never been married for a reason.)
Several of Paul’s friends have become my friends and I don’t think I could have survived the world without him without them.
I didn’t go on my first date until I was 20 years old.
I married my first true love.
We were a month shy of our 4th anniversary when he died.
I try to be happy and enjoy life because I know it’s what Paul wants for me.
I sometimes think that I’ll meet someone new and fall in love and get married again and I know that Paul would be OK with that. But I can’t be bothered to date because no one is good enough for me.
Thinking that no one was good enough for me is what gave me a reputation for being an overly-picky dater in my 20s.
Being an overly-picky dater meant that when I did land a man, I got the best one on the market!
A stupid woman once told me that the reason I can’t have kids is that God thinks I’d be a bad mom.
I am excited about starting grad school in September.
I am afraid that I am ruining myself financially by going to grad school.
I am convinced that going to grad school will fix me emotionally and mentally.
I am excited about my future for the first time since Paul died.
I feel guilty for being happy about this new life, even though I know Paul would be happy for me.
Wow! That was hard! Are you still reading? You deserve an award for that!!
Edited to add: Since folks have been asking where/what their award is, I feel it’s fair (OK, not fair but cheap) for me to say the award is knowing me that little bit better. Sorry it’s so lame! (But thanks for reading!)
My dad is going bats. BATS, I tell you! And he starts today. Yes, folks, my father will spend the next few weeks accomplishing his goal to “Bike Around The State”. (BATS, get it now?)
Without a doubt, my 65-year-old father is a man of true inspiration. After breaking his neck whilst riding his bike two summers ago, he was determined to get right back in the saddle. However, he’s since given up on his traditional road bike in favor of a recumbent, which is better for his neck and back.
With more flashy-reflective-shiny things than an Amish buggy, Dad and his slow-moving vehicle will make their way around the state’s outer highways and rural roads. He will start out by heading over Satus Pass to the Columbia River Gorge; living in the center of the state means that he needs to work a bit to get to the edge. But he’s been training and I’m confident that he’s going to succeed. I’m also not throwing out the idea that he might go all Forrest Gump on us and just keep going once he hits that initial goal!
Dad started a blog, Retrocycler, a while back to share his journey with family and friends. He will be updating from the road with pictures and anecdotes, so be sure to check it out!
People ask where I get my stubbornness and determination from. I wonder if they figure it out upon meeting Dad! I just hope that, one day, I am as determined as he is. (I’m already as stubborn as he is!)