2010 wasn’t a bad year for me, or a great year. It was just a year. A year with terrible times, and with perfect, beautiful times, too.
And here is 2011 already. My old companion, Poco is nearing the end of his life, nearly 18. I didn’t think he would ring in the New Year with me, but he made it and he’s still kicking, though not very hard. Additionally, my best, best friend is moving off the continent. This will be a very different kind of year. It is definitely going to be a year of challenge and change. I think it’s going to be a pretty tough year of growth.
I didn’t do a handstand in 2010, but I did manage crow pose. I didn’t start my top secret writing project, but I get something into print. I didn’t keep a gratitude journal, but I made a conscious effort to be grateful every day. I didn’t buy an electric piano and start playing, but I did save 4 grand and got laser eye surgery. I didn’t decrease my body fat by 30% but I kicked some damn ass in boot camp. It turned out that I didn’t care if I had a Tuesday morning yoga practice, the practice I already had was just fine. During Ramadan, I decided my coffee addiction had to go and I ultimately managed this just before Christmas. I am still folding 1000 paper cranes, I am reading the Bible, I did improve my iron level. If 2010 had been tied up with a pretty Egyptian bow, I’d be happier, but overall I feel pretty good about it anyway.
Call my grandmothers
Cook a turkey
Eat a whole foods diet
Acquire a vintage deviled egg plate
Attend a yoga mala (a practice of 108 sun salutations)
Get my chair reupholstered (Stella wrecked it)
Bake more cakes
Make a painting every month
Remove unnecessary things
Run a 10K (if yes, the Camp Oochigeas race)
Buy an electric piano and practice