When I moved to Idaho, I knew there were good people here. But I never imagined they would change my life the way they did.
I remember being at a bar this summer, and thinking that these people are not my South Dakota friends and they never will be. My friends at home will always be on a pedestal, and these people will never make it there. I can't believe I was so closed minded.
Soon, though they got a hold me, and I began to forget about how much I missed home. I still missed home and Idaho wasn't home, but the people here made each day a blessing.
It didn't start out like this. I felt alone for a really long time and start to get a bit closer to a few people here, but they were still just coworkers. Then Kate came.
Kate moved here from Missouri with her fiancé. At first, I figured she would just be another engaged girl. The ones that stay at home with their soon-to-be husbands and would maybe get out once and a while to do something else. We really didn't talk or hangout for a long time, then one day, she added me to facebook. We decided to have coffee and then things kind of snowballed from there.
Kate is the friend I've always wanted. She understands me in a way no one else does and she never puts other friends above me. She had the same feelings and thoughts I did, and we always had fun together. She is someone I always want to call a friend.
Saying goodbye to her will be the hardest thing about leaving Idaho. I am not sure when I will see her again or how much we'll talk now, and breaks my heart. In six months, she's been a better friend to me and touched my heart in ways that friends I've had for 15 years haven't.
She'll be the hardest to say goodbye to, but she won't be the only one. Dan is another Idaho blessing. He was there when I wrote my first big story and he was there to listen when I broke up with my boyfriend. I love joking with Dan and he is one of the best people I've ever met. He is genuine and sweet and doesn't care what others think about him.
Dan has hopes to move back to Minnesota, and I really hope he does because I would love to visit him. He might end up in Washington for a few years because his girlfriend lives there, but I have a feeling I am gonna meet Dan somewhere else in life.
Cy was someone I didn't expect to get attached to. I guess from past experiences, I am leery of my friends boyfriends, fiancées, husbands. I never get a long with them, and when Kate introduced me to Cy, I kinda figured the same would be true. I couldn't have been more wrong. Cy is such a loving and warm person. He is funny and smart and he makes me feel welcome. He is not just my friend's husband, he is my friend. I am really going to miss just talking to him.
Then there is Joe. I didn't know what to make of him at first, but in the last few months, I've really enjoyed his company. He is a passionate person and a lot of fun to be around. I love joking with him, and he is probably one of the most talented photographers I've ever known. He is going places. Plus, he is dating Joelene who I absolutely adore.
My friendship with Kellis was also unexpected. We are two different people, and other people I've met like him really don't care for me. But that is just Kellis on the outside. Deep down, he is a really great guy who is amazingly talented. He is a lot of fun to joke around with and I am gonna miss his antics. His fiancée lives in Omaha and he said that sometime we'll have to meet up there. Once him and Stacy get married in August, they'll probably settle somewhere in the Midwest, so he is another I plan on running into somewhere down the line.
There is also Tim and John, who were amazing editors. They both showed me a lot and welcomed me so much. My experience here would have been way different with out them.
When I left South Dakota, my friends threw me a surprise going away party and I always thought that only true friends would do that. Well, last night, Dan, Kate and Cy threw me a party. True friends indeed.
As my days with get fewer, I can't help but think how these people have managed to touch my lives so much in such a little time. I don't want to think about saying goodbye because I know it's going to hurt.
There are a few things that ease the pain. Almost all of them are in serious relationships or are married. They are on different paths than me who still needs more time to wander before meeting Mr. Right. Also, these people are sad to see me leave, but they are happy for me because they know I am following my heart. Those are true friends.
And the last thing that makes leaving them so bearable is the number of people back home who tell me they can't wait to have me back. I don't understand why God blessed me so much, but I am sure glad He did.
I am going to miss the Faces of Idaho, but God brought these people into my life for such a short time for a certain reason. I just need to trust that He'll continue to bring just as good friends into my life.
As I say goodbye to new friends, I will say hello to old and new ones. I will never forget the people here, never. They have changed my life in so many ways and I will never forget that. I am not sure how well we'll stay in contact but I hope to visit Poky this summer and they'll visit me sometime. Till then, I guess it's up to text messaging and facebook.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Letting go of a love
Months ago, I posted a blog about being a good kind of scared with the new life I was about to embrace. And now, 8 months later, I am unexpectedly in the same spot.
In a week, I will start a new job. In three days, I will haul all of my belongings 1800 miles east. In two days, I am going to have to say goodbye to some of the best people I ever met. As to be expected, I am a mess of emotions.
Friday was my last day at the Journal. It was a really weird day. I cried at my desk about 10 minutes after I arrived because of an email my mom sent me, and then I began a long string of lasts. My last morning meeting, my last afternoon meeting, my last story, my last lunch with my coworkers, my last story, my last edit. This might not seem like significant moments to most people, but it is to me.
I am leaving journalism, and that is a scary, exciting thing. Journalism is all I ever known, and I was the girl who knew when she was 17 what she wanted to major in and what she wanted to be. I was the girl who was going to conquer newspapers, and my professors and classmates always told me I was the only one who was going to stick with it. People have always told me I am good at it and they enjoy reading my things. Those are days when journalism is a good thing for me.
The good days come when I can write a heart warming story that brings a tear to a reader's eye or when a woman calls saying my story has moved her so much that she is speechless. They come when a young boy said he reads my stuff all the time because he wants to be a journalist or when administrators realize they are wrong by the things I wrote. They come when I get to tell stories of remarkable people. I can't help but sob when I think of how much I am gonna miss those stories.
But then there are days when I can't do it anymore. They come when my editor tears a part my story because of small errors or I make mistakes on major things like names or quotes. Or when I have to ask tough questions and put people on the spot. They come when I have to write something I really don't want to write because I know it will make someone angry. It's the days I work 12 hours but know I am only getting paid for eight. That's when I realize I am not cutout for this business.
I am terrified because I am leaving the one thing I've always known. I am letting go of dreams to work for the New York Times and win a Pulitzer. I am treading in unknown territory and I am petrified.
I am crossing over to what journalists call "the dark side" -- PR. That's a hard pill to swallow, but I need to try this. I need to try something else.
Working for a non-profit is something I've always wanted to do, and now I get to help raise money for a university that I love. Sometimes I am not sure if I can handle this, but who knows, maybe I will be a PR rock star. I just know that I can't willing go back to school if I didn't try this part of communications.
There are benefits of leaving journalism. I will get better hours and more of a normal lifestyle. And I will get the chance to be more involved in politics and interest groups, something I really want to do. But I won't get to experience nearly as much as I did with journalism and I won't get to meet nearly as many fascinating people. Again, I need to try this. I just want to go to work everyday and say that I love my job, and right now, I can’t say that.
My goal is to keep writing. I would like to do some freelance for a magazine or specialty pub. And there's always the goal I have to write a book. Whatever I do in life, I still want to write.
I've had a love/hate with journalism for a long time and doubted if being a reporter is my true destiny. It's not outside of my nature to doubt things. I've doubted boyfriends and friendships. But there is an old saying that if you love something you should set it free, and if it comes back, then it was meant to be.
So, journalism, I am setting you free. If you are my true love, we'll find a way to be together again. If not, then it wasn't meant to be and I will find something that makes me truly happy.
In a week, I will start a new job. In three days, I will haul all of my belongings 1800 miles east. In two days, I am going to have to say goodbye to some of the best people I ever met. As to be expected, I am a mess of emotions.
Friday was my last day at the Journal. It was a really weird day. I cried at my desk about 10 minutes after I arrived because of an email my mom sent me, and then I began a long string of lasts. My last morning meeting, my last afternoon meeting, my last story, my last lunch with my coworkers, my last story, my last edit. This might not seem like significant moments to most people, but it is to me.
I am leaving journalism, and that is a scary, exciting thing. Journalism is all I ever known, and I was the girl who knew when she was 17 what she wanted to major in and what she wanted to be. I was the girl who was going to conquer newspapers, and my professors and classmates always told me I was the only one who was going to stick with it. People have always told me I am good at it and they enjoy reading my things. Those are days when journalism is a good thing for me.
The good days come when I can write a heart warming story that brings a tear to a reader's eye or when a woman calls saying my story has moved her so much that she is speechless. They come when a young boy said he reads my stuff all the time because he wants to be a journalist or when administrators realize they are wrong by the things I wrote. They come when I get to tell stories of remarkable people. I can't help but sob when I think of how much I am gonna miss those stories.
But then there are days when I can't do it anymore. They come when my editor tears a part my story because of small errors or I make mistakes on major things like names or quotes. Or when I have to ask tough questions and put people on the spot. They come when I have to write something I really don't want to write because I know it will make someone angry. It's the days I work 12 hours but know I am only getting paid for eight. That's when I realize I am not cutout for this business.
I am terrified because I am leaving the one thing I've always known. I am letting go of dreams to work for the New York Times and win a Pulitzer. I am treading in unknown territory and I am petrified.
I am crossing over to what journalists call "the dark side" -- PR. That's a hard pill to swallow, but I need to try this. I need to try something else.
Working for a non-profit is something I've always wanted to do, and now I get to help raise money for a university that I love. Sometimes I am not sure if I can handle this, but who knows, maybe I will be a PR rock star. I just know that I can't willing go back to school if I didn't try this part of communications.
There are benefits of leaving journalism. I will get better hours and more of a normal lifestyle. And I will get the chance to be more involved in politics and interest groups, something I really want to do. But I won't get to experience nearly as much as I did with journalism and I won't get to meet nearly as many fascinating people. Again, I need to try this. I just want to go to work everyday and say that I love my job, and right now, I can’t say that.
My goal is to keep writing. I would like to do some freelance for a magazine or specialty pub. And there's always the goal I have to write a book. Whatever I do in life, I still want to write.
I've had a love/hate with journalism for a long time and doubted if being a reporter is my true destiny. It's not outside of my nature to doubt things. I've doubted boyfriends and friendships. But there is an old saying that if you love something you should set it free, and if it comes back, then it was meant to be.
So, journalism, I am setting you free. If you are my true love, we'll find a way to be together again. If not, then it wasn't meant to be and I will find something that makes me truly happy.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Following my heart
Following your heart is supposed to be easy, or so it seems. But really trusting your heart and surrendering your rationale is scary. Yet, once you do it, everything seems right and you know that you will be truely happy.
In May, I followed a few dreams to Pocatello, Idaho. I wanted to be a big time sports reporter and move away from South Dakota without looking back. Well, once I got here I realized those dreams were just stepping stones to finding out what I really wanted in life.
Eventually, I realized sports just wasn’t for me. I found out that I was passionate about other things and would rather tell other stories. It's funny, because I met a few reporters this past week who got out of sports for the same reason. So, in November, I switched to the news desk where I covered city government then the Idaho Legislature. Things really started to click for me.
After a few changes in my personal life this fall, I was able to embrace Idaho with a different attitude and I began to really fall for it. Sure, the pay was still low and the hours were still long, but there was something so calming about this new life outside of work. I was trying new things, developed a solid group of friends and had found some real happiness in Idaho. Then I went home for Christmas, and everything changed.
A few months back, I applied for a job with the SDSU Alumni Association mostly out of frustration. I knew the job opening existed, but always found excuses not to apply for it. After a typical hectic day at the Journal, I filled out my app. I forgot about it for a while until I got an email about a phone interview which led to a request for an in-person interview. I set something up for when I was going to be home for Christmas, but again, forgot about it.
The night I was to fly back to South Dakota, my friend Dan asked me if I was going to take the Alumni job if I got it. I told him that I was really liking Idaho so I didn't think so.
Well, a few days later, I went into the interview and things went alright. I wasn't sold on the job just yet, but I found myself intrigued. Leaving the interview, I wasn't sure whether they would offer me the job or if I would take it. I put it at the back of my mind and went across the street to the SDSU Foundation.
A former advisor I had in college called me the night before to meet me for lunch. I had only talked to her on the phone once since I left, so I was really looking forward to catching up with her. When we got to lunch, she asked me questions about the interview then turned the conversation in a direction I never expected. She offered me a job.
She wanted me to come work with her as her assistant. She spends so much time planning that she needs help putting products together. The job would require me to write magazine articles, design brochures, write various pieces about the organization, make invitations, put together proposals, make video testimonials and update the web. We talked about the two jobs in Brookings plus the one I currently had. We debated the pros and cons for a few hours and then she let me go, telling me to do some heavy praying and thinking and give her a call by Jan. 7.
Over the next few weeks, I sought advice from trusted friends, cried, prayed and made several pros and cons lists of Brookings and Pocatello. I told my former advisor that I needed to thinking about it while I was in South Dakota and Idaho in order to make an objective decision. I was hoping that when Jan. 6 came, I would have a clear cut decision. That wasn't the case at all.
I woke up the morning before the deadline date and never felt more awful in my life. I honestly didn't know what to do.
You see, the job in Brookins is something I've always wanted to do. The organizations is a non-profit, and I've always wanted to do PR for a non-profit. Plus, it would require me to do some of things I did as a student at Dak, which I really missed. It paid more and the hours would allow me to have more of a normal lifestyle.
But, I would have to leave newspapers. From the time I was 17, I wanted to work for the New York Times. Journalism is all I ever known and it's something I love and hate at the same time. People know me as the reporter, and I hear all the time that I am good at what I do and I shouldn't leave. They tell me if anyone is to make it in this business, it's me.
I also struggled with the idea of leaving Idaho. My working conditions were so frustrating, but once I left the office, things were good. I don't have a lot of friends here, but the ones I have are different than any other friends I've ever had. Someone once told me that there is no better feeling than working your butt off during the day then going out for a few drinks with other young journalists, like yourself, just trying to make it. And there is something very euphoric about that.
The idea of going back to South Dakota was also hard for me to grasp. I left SD for a reason, and I was afraid that going back meant a step backwards in my self development, meaning I was a failure. I never wanted to be someone who couldn't or didn't want to get out. I always felt that to really find out who I was I needed to leave behind everything I knew, and going back would be giving up on the quest. I would be a failure.
I was that the things I’ve learned about myself and the ways I grew in Idaho would disappear once I went back to a familiar setting. I was just scared.
What I couldn't forget, no matter how hard I tried, was that South Dakota was home. My friends and family are there, and I am attached to that place. I sometimes like to hide the fact that I really miss it there, but people in Idaho know the truth. They here me talk about it, and they can see how much I love SD, even though I don't admit it.
I knew that I wanted to go back to South Dakota at some point, but I never expected it to be 8 months after leaving.
I was stuck on this decision. How do you chose between a job in your home
state and a life somewhere else? I cried so much and denied signs that were pointing me to the truth. My friends told me to follow my heart, and I would say I didn't know what it was saying. Truth is, I wasn't listening.
On Jan. 6, I sat in church and was praying harder than I have in a long time when I realized something. If I left Idaho, I would be sad but I wouldn't regret it. If I stayed, I would regret not taking that job.
It took some time to realize that that was my heart talking, nothing else.
The next morning, I called Sherry and accepted the job. Second thoughts did cross my mind. When I was deep into covering the Legislature in Boise, I couldn't help but wonder if I was making the right decision. I thought about it again when I met a charming man who told me I was too talented with too good of principles to leave journalism. I took a step back when I saw the beautiful Idaho mountains from the top of a ski hill with some good friends.
But, every time I wondered my heart reminded me I was doing the right decision. I was taking a big step in my career life and was getting the chance to start all over in South Dakota.
What I've learned in the last few weeks is that I am not giving up and I am not a failure. I am taking a big chance and stepping way outside of my comfort zone. I am treading into a field that isn't as comfortable as journalism and I am going back to a changed town as a changed person. It won't be easy at all. Everything I left in South Dakota will be there when I return, the good and bad. I am gonna have to look my fears straight in the eyes and fight through them. Finding yourself is easy to do in a different place, but to go home and really look inside yourself is not easy. And I really think that going back will be harder than leaving. Yet, I can’t help but smile when I realize all of that will make me a better person in the long run.
Jan. 25 is my last day at the Journal and then I will load all of my stuff up and make the journey back to Brookings. I start my new job Feb. 4 and am excited and terrified at the same time. But no matter how scared I am, I know great things lie ahead for me.
For once, I am following my heart and there is nothing that makes me happier.
In May, I followed a few dreams to Pocatello, Idaho. I wanted to be a big time sports reporter and move away from South Dakota without looking back. Well, once I got here I realized those dreams were just stepping stones to finding out what I really wanted in life.
Eventually, I realized sports just wasn’t for me. I found out that I was passionate about other things and would rather tell other stories. It's funny, because I met a few reporters this past week who got out of sports for the same reason. So, in November, I switched to the news desk where I covered city government then the Idaho Legislature. Things really started to click for me.
After a few changes in my personal life this fall, I was able to embrace Idaho with a different attitude and I began to really fall for it. Sure, the pay was still low and the hours were still long, but there was something so calming about this new life outside of work. I was trying new things, developed a solid group of friends and had found some real happiness in Idaho. Then I went home for Christmas, and everything changed.
A few months back, I applied for a job with the SDSU Alumni Association mostly out of frustration. I knew the job opening existed, but always found excuses not to apply for it. After a typical hectic day at the Journal, I filled out my app. I forgot about it for a while until I got an email about a phone interview which led to a request for an in-person interview. I set something up for when I was going to be home for Christmas, but again, forgot about it.
The night I was to fly back to South Dakota, my friend Dan asked me if I was going to take the Alumni job if I got it. I told him that I was really liking Idaho so I didn't think so.
Well, a few days later, I went into the interview and things went alright. I wasn't sold on the job just yet, but I found myself intrigued. Leaving the interview, I wasn't sure whether they would offer me the job or if I would take it. I put it at the back of my mind and went across the street to the SDSU Foundation.
A former advisor I had in college called me the night before to meet me for lunch. I had only talked to her on the phone once since I left, so I was really looking forward to catching up with her. When we got to lunch, she asked me questions about the interview then turned the conversation in a direction I never expected. She offered me a job.
She wanted me to come work with her as her assistant. She spends so much time planning that she needs help putting products together. The job would require me to write magazine articles, design brochures, write various pieces about the organization, make invitations, put together proposals, make video testimonials and update the web. We talked about the two jobs in Brookings plus the one I currently had. We debated the pros and cons for a few hours and then she let me go, telling me to do some heavy praying and thinking and give her a call by Jan. 7.
Over the next few weeks, I sought advice from trusted friends, cried, prayed and made several pros and cons lists of Brookings and Pocatello. I told my former advisor that I needed to thinking about it while I was in South Dakota and Idaho in order to make an objective decision. I was hoping that when Jan. 6 came, I would have a clear cut decision. That wasn't the case at all.
I woke up the morning before the deadline date and never felt more awful in my life. I honestly didn't know what to do.
You see, the job in Brookins is something I've always wanted to do. The organizations is a non-profit, and I've always wanted to do PR for a non-profit. Plus, it would require me to do some of things I did as a student at Dak, which I really missed. It paid more and the hours would allow me to have more of a normal lifestyle.
But, I would have to leave newspapers. From the time I was 17, I wanted to work for the New York Times. Journalism is all I ever known and it's something I love and hate at the same time. People know me as the reporter, and I hear all the time that I am good at what I do and I shouldn't leave. They tell me if anyone is to make it in this business, it's me.
I also struggled with the idea of leaving Idaho. My working conditions were so frustrating, but once I left the office, things were good. I don't have a lot of friends here, but the ones I have are different than any other friends I've ever had. Someone once told me that there is no better feeling than working your butt off during the day then going out for a few drinks with other young journalists, like yourself, just trying to make it. And there is something very euphoric about that.
The idea of going back to South Dakota was also hard for me to grasp. I left SD for a reason, and I was afraid that going back meant a step backwards in my self development, meaning I was a failure. I never wanted to be someone who couldn't or didn't want to get out. I always felt that to really find out who I was I needed to leave behind everything I knew, and going back would be giving up on the quest. I would be a failure.
I was that the things I’ve learned about myself and the ways I grew in Idaho would disappear once I went back to a familiar setting. I was just scared.
What I couldn't forget, no matter how hard I tried, was that South Dakota was home. My friends and family are there, and I am attached to that place. I sometimes like to hide the fact that I really miss it there, but people in Idaho know the truth. They here me talk about it, and they can see how much I love SD, even though I don't admit it.
I knew that I wanted to go back to South Dakota at some point, but I never expected it to be 8 months after leaving.
I was stuck on this decision. How do you chose between a job in your home
state and a life somewhere else? I cried so much and denied signs that were pointing me to the truth. My friends told me to follow my heart, and I would say I didn't know what it was saying. Truth is, I wasn't listening.
On Jan. 6, I sat in church and was praying harder than I have in a long time when I realized something. If I left Idaho, I would be sad but I wouldn't regret it. If I stayed, I would regret not taking that job.
It took some time to realize that that was my heart talking, nothing else.
The next morning, I called Sherry and accepted the job. Second thoughts did cross my mind. When I was deep into covering the Legislature in Boise, I couldn't help but wonder if I was making the right decision. I thought about it again when I met a charming man who told me I was too talented with too good of principles to leave journalism. I took a step back when I saw the beautiful Idaho mountains from the top of a ski hill with some good friends.
But, every time I wondered my heart reminded me I was doing the right decision. I was taking a big step in my career life and was getting the chance to start all over in South Dakota.
What I've learned in the last few weeks is that I am not giving up and I am not a failure. I am taking a big chance and stepping way outside of my comfort zone. I am treading into a field that isn't as comfortable as journalism and I am going back to a changed town as a changed person. It won't be easy at all. Everything I left in South Dakota will be there when I return, the good and bad. I am gonna have to look my fears straight in the eyes and fight through them. Finding yourself is easy to do in a different place, but to go home and really look inside yourself is not easy. And I really think that going back will be harder than leaving. Yet, I can’t help but smile when I realize all of that will make me a better person in the long run.
Jan. 25 is my last day at the Journal and then I will load all of my stuff up and make the journey back to Brookings. I start my new job Feb. 4 and am excited and terrified at the same time. But no matter how scared I am, I know great things lie ahead for me.
For once, I am following my heart and there is nothing that makes me happier.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
As much as I hate Dec. 31, I love Jan.1
Welcome to 2008. It's a new year, and I have a sneaking suspicion that this is going to be one heck of a year.
Already this year is going to have some major challenges. In seven days, I must decide if I want to continue a life in Pocatello or return to Brookings and start all over again. Whichever path I decide, I am going to make a lot of overdue changes to become the person I truly want to be.
Based on my life goals, dissatisfactions in my life and lessons learned in 2007, here are my resolutions for 2008:
- To only follow the will of God and my heart. Too many times I let my mind take control and usually I get burned, so I am only going to listen to those things that matter.
- Only let people into my life that prove they deserve to be there. I allow people to use me in an unappreciative way. I vow to only date and be friends with people who prove to me they love me and want to be a part of my life. I am only going to surround myself with people who make me a better person.
- Take care of myself. I feel that I haven't been doing a very good job of treating my body well. So I am going to exercise regularly and eat more healthy. I think those two things could add a lot of benefit to my life.
- Biting my nails. I have done this for so many years and it's so disgusting, but this year I am going to stop.
- Run a marathon. Running is the constant in my life, but I don't rely on it enough. I am going to finally complete a marathon, whether it's the Brookings Marathon or the Pocatello Marathon.
- Pray more.
- Worry less about things out of my control.
- Stop looking in the past.
- Find a guy who treats me the way I deserve.
- Learn to cook.
- Take up painting.
- Write more.
- Take up yoga.
- Take more pictures.
- Send more letters.
- Gossip less.
- Read more.
- Get healthy amounts of sleep.
- Take more weekend trips.
- Be financially fit.
- Value the people most important in my life.
- Recycle more.
- Volunteer.
These are my resolutions. I am not good at sticking to resolutions, but I feel this year I can. Here's to a new year!
Already this year is going to have some major challenges. In seven days, I must decide if I want to continue a life in Pocatello or return to Brookings and start all over again. Whichever path I decide, I am going to make a lot of overdue changes to become the person I truly want to be.
Based on my life goals, dissatisfactions in my life and lessons learned in 2007, here are my resolutions for 2008:
- To only follow the will of God and my heart. Too many times I let my mind take control and usually I get burned, so I am only going to listen to those things that matter.
- Only let people into my life that prove they deserve to be there. I allow people to use me in an unappreciative way. I vow to only date and be friends with people who prove to me they love me and want to be a part of my life. I am only going to surround myself with people who make me a better person.
- Take care of myself. I feel that I haven't been doing a very good job of treating my body well. So I am going to exercise regularly and eat more healthy. I think those two things could add a lot of benefit to my life.
- Biting my nails. I have done this for so many years and it's so disgusting, but this year I am going to stop.
- Run a marathon. Running is the constant in my life, but I don't rely on it enough. I am going to finally complete a marathon, whether it's the Brookings Marathon or the Pocatello Marathon.
- Pray more.
- Worry less about things out of my control.
- Stop looking in the past.
- Find a guy who treats me the way I deserve.
- Learn to cook.
- Take up painting.
- Write more.
- Take up yoga.
- Take more pictures.
- Send more letters.
- Gossip less.
- Read more.
- Get healthy amounts of sleep.
- Take more weekend trips.
- Be financially fit.
- Value the people most important in my life.
- Recycle more.
- Volunteer.
These are my resolutions. I am not good at sticking to resolutions, but I feel this year I can. Here's to a new year!
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