Sigh. End of the year. Start of the year. Time to look back. Time to look ahead. Time to make resolutions… and to break them. Most importantly, time to make nonsensical lists, like those that follow.
Things I Want To Do in 2007
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Get pregnant
If not, then ALL of the following (in any order):
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Lose weight
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Improve at tennis – specially backhand!
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Go back to playing the violin
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Take the next level of German course
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Stop doing dull, boring, meaningless work and get involved in something meaningful – or at least exciting
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Make at least one new friend
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Read at least a book a month
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Watch at least two movies a month (at a movie hall)
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Travel
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Get a publisher for my travel book
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Create a photo book
Things I LIKED About 2006
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Work (specifically, the lack of it)
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Colleagues (specifically one or two)
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My boss (former)
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Friends (all)
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Husband (most of the time)
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Health (apart from the odd dose of antibiotics)
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My bike
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German class (97%)
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E61 (features!)
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Travel (Ladakh, Ranthambhore)
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Money (income)
Things I DIDN’T Like About 2006
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Work (specifically, the lack of it)
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Colleagues (specifically one or two)
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My boss (current)
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Health (gynecologists!)
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German class (eight months of weekends)
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E61 (bugs!)
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Travel (Rain! Relatives!)
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Money (wealth)
And here’s why I’ll never be a poet… I just can’t get it out of my head that poetry should involve metre and rhyme.
…Looking Back
Same desk, same laptop, same old work,
An older boss, a smaller team.
Different projects, all the same,
Sheer boredom makes me want to scream.
A year gone by at the tennis courts,
Struggling with backhand and serve
Slipping, falling, holding on,
Coach says: “She’s got a nerve.”
My book is still a manuscript,
The way it was a year ago.
At least one publisher took a look,
I waited, prayed, hoped… they said “no.”
Go here! Go there! Do this! Get that!
So many ways to fill the days.
Trying too hard, thinking too little,
Question marks lost in the haze.
Eating, drinking, living well,
Gaining weight! It’s a shame.
Some clothes still fit, some don’t, not quite,
At least the shoes are still the same.
The hair is longer, wilder, but,
Just as thin and just as black.
The face in the mirror looks just the same,
Me looking forward, me looking back.
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