Monday, June 4, 2007

Today: 18 with 13 years of experience.

Twice a year I do something that smacks of so much self-help and Oprah-esque candle lighting that I want to kick my own ass. But I do it every year, and today is no different. Every January I make New Year's resolutions, and every year on my birthday I try to set some attainable goals.

My resolutions are like my cosmic helping of fruit and vegetables. I know they're good for me, but they can be hard to swallow. Losing weight, volunteering more and not setting the oven mitts on the red hot burner are a few ongoing issues I've attempted to tackle on January 1st.

I have much better luck with my birthday goals, because if my resolutions are the salad with dressing on the side, then my birthday goals are all about the dessert -- and I've never had problems saying YES to dessert.

Some of my birthday goals are really just random offerings from my bigger list, comprised of things I want to do before I die. (Know that when I do check out as a result of extremely old age, my boyfriend will be so devastated he'll have to drop out of college).

Life is too short to always wear a bathing suit when swimming, and it never hurts to remind myself of this on my birthday. In no particular order, my Birthday Goal List for My 31st Year:
  • Learn to salsa
  • Own more lingerie
  • Make sure said lingerie is actually seen in action by another human being
  • Stay in touch
  • Finish my %$#@ MBA application
  • Run 5K
  • Begin saving for retirement
  • Go somewhere requiring a passport
  • Get a passport
  • Smile at strangers
  • Walk a dog
  • Pick sand out of my bathing suit

Some are easy, some are harder than you'd think but I'm just going to get started on my yearly dessert. Right after lunch.

2 comments:

Heidi Schempp Fournier said...

Hey, Happy B-Day!

Rebecca 'Becky' Heaman said...

i'm going to spain in October if you'd like to come visit. requires a passport and i'm sure there will be one or 2 beaches involved... :)