I will never forget my high school English teacher singling out my dad at my graduation and telling hime that I would make a great author someday--that I have a gift with words. I remember being flattered but it was the pride my father seemed to take in that moment that still gives me butterflies to this day. Since then I have let my gift go. I didn't nurture it, cultivate it along with the rest of me and help it to become something fabulous. Writing and I, well we have a lot of catching up to do in 2013. This year, my goal is to spend at least 45 minutes a day writing.
Our big move this past fall has severely derailed my crafting aspirations. Now that I have gotten in back into the normal swing of things (for the most part), I'm ready for creativity to find its way back into my life.
Become more diligent with our routines. I am so god awfully bad at maintaining any semblance of a schedule in my home. May the gods of homemaking also grant me the gift of time management, list making, and basic planning skills. Please?
Yadda, yadda, blah, blah, exercise, boom chicca bow wow, diet, blah, blah, blah.
Working out gets a big, fat thumbs down!
- Travel to at least one place outside of Virginia that is not Disney World.
- Read 30 books. At least.
- Get a tattoo.
- Pull out my guitar and practice.
- Learn Spanish.
- Have a completely kick-ass garden and put up food for the next winter.
- Raise chickens.
Take pictures everyday. Photography forces me to find the fabulousness in the mundane and the normal. It pushes me to make things beautiful and sometimes I just need that little push.