This morning I ran out of notepads. I’m always writing lists and notes throughout the day, so I go use notepads like some people use ketchup. Anyway, this morning, upon realizing my lack of journal, I went on a hunt for a blank one in my closet. No such luck, instead, I found my senior year of high school journal, The Daisy Diary. I opened up to the list I had created of things I want to do before I die. I laughed and cried over the list. I was so happy that I had at least accomplished two things, and was reminded that life is work in progress. No, I haven’t found a boy to love me, but I’d like to hope that I’ve gotten closer to loving myself. Yes, I’ve been blonde and loved every second of it…that is, until I accidentally left the bleach on too long and gave myself a ‘chemical cut’ (as the hairdresser would later tell me). Yes, I’ve lived in New York. I loved it. I learned so much about myself and what I want/what I thought I wanted. Sneak into a pool? Really? I’m sure I was inspired by some teen movie and the heroine snuck into a pool with a boy. Nah, I don’t think I have snuck into a pool, but I’ve had plenty of adventures with boys. Learn to play an instrument? No, and I haven’t thought about that in a long time…sure, it’d be nice but I’m much more passionate about teaching myself other skills, like coding and web design (which I actively practice).
In conclusion, it appears that I’m always looking for love, but not willing to sacrifice my vagabond life to set down roots and commit to someone…or at least I haven’t met someone who’s motivated me to do so. Also, I feel proud that I have accomplished a few of the things on the list. I’ve been driven and it’s gotten me far, but I couldn’t have done it without a strong support system and a good stroke of luck.
Today, I challenge everyone to write down your own list of goals, from the superficial to the profound, just write it down.
Here’s to having goals, and going blonde.