We’re only a week into twentyten, but doesn’t it feel like it’s blowing away? I know the days do. I wake up with so many goals in my head and checklists started, but it’s as though the sun rises and sets before I have a chance to say hello or goodbye or do any of the things that I was so excited in the first minutes of waking.
I also realized today that we’re a week into the year, and I haven’t even typed up a yearly list of things I will accomplish. Last year, my list was nearly 100 items long. I checked some off, some I’m still working on, some don’t matter because I changed my mind.
For now, Mr. Twentyten, I’m counting on you to be pretty amazing. I want changes. The good kind that you need once in a while. I want to learn new things, like how to make apple pie and to be that kind of person who glides through life laughing at everyday stresses. As my friends and I discussed this week, I’d be plenty happy moving to Minnesota and living in the woods with a lumberjack/candlestick maker who bakes me fresh bread every Sunday. I’m not picky.
But here are a few of my other specifics, because those are kind of important, too:
— I want to visit my cousins in Seattle.
— I want to explore photography more, including weddings (I opened 2010 by photographing a wedding of two people who really love each other, which I’m hoping to blog next week).
— I want to find a home that is all my own (well, mine and my dog’s and all my books and craft supplies and tapestries and candles and pink flamingos).
— I want take back time that is mine to be quiet and write and read and pray and think.
— I will conquer the StairMaster, and the scary trainer’s mixed martial arts class that he keeps bugging me about (uh oh, it’s in writing now).
— I will pay off two annoying pieces of debt (which I’m doing tomorrow — hooray).
— I want to go to Renegade Craft Fair in San Francisco.
I’m both scared and excited about this year. I think we’re going to find comforts and have wakeup calls, but it’ll be good.
Now, enjoy a few Polaroid SX-70-inspired photos from a market in San Francisco.