2013.
Twenty thirteen.
I could spend some time reflecting on the year that is in it's dying moments, but I won't. Too much has happened. And it's New Years Eve tomorrow. And New Years is all about new starts, new beginnings, looking into the future, not behind us into the past.
I've been umming and ahhing about my 2014 New Years resolutions. As you know, resolutions mean a lot to me. I worry bout making them attainable, but want them to reflect who I want to become and achievements I want to accomplish.
So. New Year's Resolutions for 2014:
1. Visit Uluru using an Aboriginal tour company
2. Be officially employed in Australian TV/media (i.e. get paid!)
3. Write something creative that isn't a blog. This doesn't have to be a full novel, but could be a poem, short story or a film script.
4. Choose next tattoo design (and maybe get it done...)
5. Improve my health by exercising and healthy eating so that by the year's conclusion I am able to:
- Run 5k
- Do 30 push ups
- Do 100 sit ups
- Touch the floor in Yoga poses (specifically Triangle)
6. Read the following list of books:
- Better than Fiction (collection of short stories, already started on iPhone)
- Heart of Darkness (on iPhone)
- Villette (on iPhone)
- On the Origin of the Species (on iPhone)
- Around the World in Eighty Days (on iPhone)
- White Men'll Never Do It (already started, paperback)
- Bewitched & Bedevilled (on iPhone)
7. Start learning French? (Rosetta Stone e-learning for 12 months costs $273. Still deciding on this one...)
8. Climb the Sydney Harbour Bridge
9. Skydive.
Last two, and number 4 is easy....
What are your New Years resolutions?
Oh, and Happy New Year!!
Showing posts with label tattoo. Show all posts
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Monday, 30 December 2013
Thursday, 31 January 2013
A List of Dislikes
I have a new tattoo.
It hurt like a b**ch to have it done.
It dislikes a lot of things.
For example, it dislikes bending over in certain ways.
It dislikes walking too fast (I haven't even attempted to run). It dislikes stairs, and taking steps down off the kerb. It dislikes most movements, actually.
It dislikes the pressure of the wind. It dislikes a hand in a coat pocket on top of it.
It dislikes clothes against it. It dislikes me putting on these clothes, and taking off these clothes.
It dislikes being touched, even when it's getting covered in soothing, moisturising cream.
But I absolutely love it to goddamn pieces. The less it sticks to my clothes, the more the pain decreases, the more I fall in love with it.
Is this the way to love your body? By drawing on it with needles?
The night before I got it done I dreamt I overslept and missed the appointment. When I then woke up before my alarm, I decided to get up, just in case.
But also that night before I started to panic about whether it would look good. Not that the design would look good, but whether it would look good on me. Whether I should have lost weight before having it done, so that my body would look better.
As it turns out, I like the way it sits just before the curve of my hip.
And when I showed my sister when I uncovered it for the first time, she said "You're so skiiinnyyy." Which I wasn't expecting.
If the remedy of body dislike is to tattoo it with the things you love, then I will continue to cover it.
Except maybe not on my ribs next time.
Perhaps I am simply trying to exert some control over my physical entity, which continually denies me control if you look to my headache as an example. And also because I just can't seem to stop eating these bourbons.
It hurt like a b**ch to have it done.
It dislikes a lot of things.
For example, it dislikes bending over in certain ways.
It dislikes walking too fast (I haven't even attempted to run). It dislikes stairs, and taking steps down off the kerb. It dislikes most movements, actually.
It dislikes the pressure of the wind. It dislikes a hand in a coat pocket on top of it.
It dislikes clothes against it. It dislikes me putting on these clothes, and taking off these clothes.
It dislikes being touched, even when it's getting covered in soothing, moisturising cream.
But I absolutely love it to goddamn pieces. The less it sticks to my clothes, the more the pain decreases, the more I fall in love with it.
Is this the way to love your body? By drawing on it with needles?
The night before I got it done I dreamt I overslept and missed the appointment. When I then woke up before my alarm, I decided to get up, just in case.
But also that night before I started to panic about whether it would look good. Not that the design would look good, but whether it would look good on me. Whether I should have lost weight before having it done, so that my body would look better.
As it turns out, I like the way it sits just before the curve of my hip.
And when I showed my sister when I uncovered it for the first time, she said "You're so skiiinnyyy." Which I wasn't expecting.
If the remedy of body dislike is to tattoo it with the things you love, then I will continue to cover it.
Except maybe not on my ribs next time.
Perhaps I am simply trying to exert some control over my physical entity, which continually denies me control if you look to my headache as an example. And also because I just can't seem to stop eating these bourbons.
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