I didn't do so well this year, but it was even more complicated than usual, so I'm not going to give up on this being a good idea.
So...
I want to do a month where I don't complain.
I want to take a vow of silence (excluding work related functions if necessary but hopefully after the surgery so I'm not working)
I want to have a month where I don't lie. At all. Even though what I'm getting in trouble for atm is being too indiscriminately honest.
I want to focus on specific acts of kindness.
I want to be able to run. (Not far yet, but I'm working on it.)
I want to actually walk across town.
I want to canoe somewhere. I doubt I'm up for the entire Rideau Canal like I'd rather, but you never know.
I want to significantly cut back on my sugar intake, and my alcohol intake, and basically just work on phasing out less productive coping mechanisms (especially if that involves making sure I have less to cope with)
I want to find a RET or some other ptsd therapist, and otherwise retrain my brain (EFT etc).
I want to cum and get a real vibrator.
I want to figure out how to disconnect from people who make me miserable, without passively just disappearing, and do it.
I want to find the focus to stay in contact with people I do care about and enjoy.
I want to shut up, look people in the face, pay attention, analyze, listen and act instead of reacting. (Though I understand why I stopped, and there are valid concerns)
I want to get my $%#@ licence. If I get driving lessons I can have it by the end of the year.
I want to make a companion cube, because yes, I'm that much of a dork.
I want to do the heel and wheel a'thon. (And volunteer for the bbq again. *In hospital*)
I want to build an SCA persona, and actually, you know, participate. Including choir. And maybe dance.
I want to go to Midgaard this year, even though it means I'll miss cabin-open.
I want to have at least a chunk of change saved to buy a new van.
I want to get a tattoo or seven.
I want to go camping. And sleep under the stars.
I want to go out east.
I want to visit Rochester.
I want to go out west.
I want to start writing in a diary again. (nablopomo)
I want to have a star for "after", and a map to get there.
PS. Note to self: My 30th b-day is the Saturday in the middle of the Easter Weekend. Just like my 19th. It's a sign from the gods I tell you.
For next January, I boast to get a damned job.
For next February, I boast to survive in whatever way necessary, while transitioning to more healthy coping mechanisms. As always. Perpetually. Until it stops being an accomplishment.
For next March, I boast to have gotten my G1.
For next April, I boast to that April is Jasmin's Birthday month and will be the best iteration of such yet.
For next May, I boast to start trying to run.
For next June, I boast to make a point to have fun.
For next July, I boast to go another week internet-less. Possibly more.
For next August, I boast to go somewhere on vacation
For next September, I boast to take a picture every day.
For next October, I boast to have an awesome Thanksgiving.
For next November, I boast to be ready for Yule.
For next December, I boast to do another year review. |
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