that’s right, 2007…away, away, and good riddance!
i suppose i learned a lot of valuable life lessons (or something), but this year really kicked my ass in a lot of ways. i haven’t felt much like posting lately as i don’t want to turn my journal into a boo-hoo-me pity party, but just when i thought 2007 couldn’t fit in any more un-fun, inconvenient crapola, it managed to throw just one more wrench into the works. 2007 was like the magic bag of awful tricks, and i am so glad it’s over…
i don’t have resolutions this year, except perhaps putting forth my best efforts to maintain a positive outlook for more than five minutes, to remember to count my blessings before i sink into a funk about the lifejunk that comes my way. it’s just junk, anyway. there is always so much to be thankful for.
anyway, i have goals…here is #1:
i want to go home. to california. now. new england is beautiful and i adore the idea of living here, but it is not my home, and it never will be. i miss my family, i miss my friends, and i miss having a life. i want a farm, but not here. northern california will do, thank you very much. never again the bay area, as just visiting the other week was more than a little overwhelming, but the redwoods, oh how i miss them. and yosemite and goat yogurt, and did i mention my friends?
i want to grow my business. i have one more year to prove to the government that fiber is not just a hobby, but really and truly a business that brings me an income. the first year i spent almost ten times more than i made (i didn’t start selling until the end of the year), this year i may have come close to breaking even, and i want 2008 to be the year i come into the black with this adventure. before i became a mama, i was the breadwinner, and i feel a need to contribute financially and help us rise out of our pit of debt. which leads me to…
i want to be free of debt. it’s like a little black rain cloud that follows us wherever we go. it is amazing how deeply it penetrates every moment of our lives. it is always in our thoughts. it is a noose that tightens each time we just barely pay the minimum on a balance.
i want to wean my son and get some sleep. in fact, i think i need to sleep for two weeks straight, get up to eat something, and then sleep for another couple of weeks. then, oh then, i might begin to feel refreshed. he is hard-core resisting any and all attempts at night-weaning, but after two-and-a-half years, i am depleted and just done with ‘boobie.’ i want them back.
i want to be happy. SO READY FOR THIS ONE. really.
Write more. here, there, everywhere. my saturn return is seriously messing with me and i need an outlet for my musings and life-dissections. i want to enter my 30th year without clinging to regrets and what-ifs.
okay, well it’s officially 3 minutes into the new year, and i really should be working on the sleep thing. 2008, i love you. be kind to me and everyone else, too. that is all.