January 2, 2012
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twenty eleven...
so this is where i do the same thing everyone else is doing and look back at the year to see how i did with my resolutions. because i'm masochistic original like that. so here they are:
- body. ahh, the same resolution that's on everyone's list. and one that, yes, will still be on my list for 2012. all things considered, i did pretty well. i got back into the groove of working out and stuck with it for the most part. i averaged about three times a week, and when i was there i worked hard. but it's a little depressing when i look at the pictures i took before i got a gym membership and compare them to now. really haven't changed that much. some, yes. there's a difference. but not a big one.
- write more. totally bombed this one. i barely wrote a thing. in fact if anything i think i'm getting worse. i don't want it any less, but reality has been hitting hard lately. future's a little too hazy right now.
- chillax about getting older. i have been, to a point. there's still an ever-present awareness of the fact that i'm pushing 30, am dirt poor, have no life, and am not really any closer to getting one. but thanks to a retinol night cream and a tone-correcting spf by day at least the wrinkles are minimized.
- move out before my twenty-eighth birthday. check. even if it wasn't the best of ideas.
- i really need to be better with money. not doing too well on this one, considering how much i spent over the last month (mostly on myself). i am getting the credit under control, though. slowly.
- boyfriend. i dated 21+ guys in 2011. still cuddling with hermes tonight.
- get out more. i did. not necessarily to the venues i'd prefer. but i definitely havent been hermitting as much as i used to.
- read more. yeah. definitely did that. still a lot of things to get to, though.
- go to bed earlier. well, i've been forced to with my job and having to get up at 5:20 every morning. but i haven't really been getting more sleep.
- travel. other than the move, sadly no. but the move counts for a little, right? i drove through tons of places i'd never been on the way here.
- expand my horizons. oy. not really. but in some ways, i guess. kinda. not really.
- piano more. this one just makes me sad.
- invent a time machine so i'll be able to fit all these ridiculous things in my schedule. check.
Comments (2)
Take this from someone already over the 30-hump; once you hit it it's like "so what?" I don't just mean "I'm 30, so what?" I mean it in an "I have nothing to prove anymore" kinda way. It's like you spent so much time worrying that 30 would be the death knell on your youth but then, once it's out the way, you don't need to fret it anymore. You'll never have to worry abut being 30 again and you can just live as who you are. If that person is an old fart then be an old fart. But if that person still feels 24 and dresses 24 and thinks 24 then be fucking 24. It really is a cliche but 'age is just a number.' It really is. Turning 30, as daunting as it sounds, almost liberates you from that number-worrying that looms over your 20s. So seriously, don't fret it another minute!
And yeah, get writing again. You bitch at me if I slow down (which I have) but I've written more this past year than you so consider me the kettle, you the pot and... you know the rest.
Can I borrow the time machine?