16 posts tagged “oh how i enjoy solitary moments”
OK. Hello, 15-year-old Lindsay.
But whatever. I have never been to a ball, and my prom was less than satisfying.
Surely there are other adults out there who would still love to attend a ball. If nothing else, I'll be happy to dress up for a particularly black-tie fundraiser.
Yoga because it's good for me; class setting because I think that will push my experience with the benefits of yoga further than if I'm left to my own devises, and with a one-dimensional character on a DVD.
And those class leaders always have such soothing voices ...
I have to admit. I feel vaguely self-conscious about this one.
I was raised Catholic and hold nothing against that upbringing; I just stopped going to church, stopped formalizing my beliefs, and I started sensing a wall between me and the people around me who identified themselves by their faith.
But those people are only a portion of the faithful. And even as I've distanced myself from church, I've continued to maintain a faith in something bigger than me.
I used to pray more. Just here and there. Not always to ask for something. Sometimes just as a way to maintain that connection with the something bigger. But that became less and less of my life, until I realized that I just wasn't praying at all.
It's a comforting thing, to have work on that connection. So here it sits on a list of 101 things I want to accomplish.
...(depending on how house-buying and baby-having go, this may have to be tweaked)
This'd just be nice to get off my shoulders. It's all well and good that student loans are good debt, but it's still a lot more money I'm paying the longer I hold onto this loan.
Fingers crossed that take in a small lottery win between now and the end of the my 1001 days.
I took a trip to Blowing Rock about five years ago. Drove down from Roanoke, Va., through piles of snow. I spent two nights in a little hotel; walked around the quiet town (snow kept people indoors, or maybe away from town altogether), had a nice fish and chips dinner at a local restaurant and wrote and wrote and wrote. I'm not sure how good any of that writing was, but the experience was worth a few lines of bad poetry.
I don't have a good idea of where I'd want to take this new retreat. At this point, that makes it pretty exciting. But I'm pretty sure there'll be coffee, a pen and paper and long walks.
... followed by a fancy dinner with Patrick in a new dress. (That is, me in a new dress, not Patrick.)
I don't know how long it's been since I first thought about doing this. But like a lot of things that are pure luxury, I've always kept it at the bottom of the list.
Well, now it's No. 29.
Patrick and I had a fun trip to Snowshoe Mountain a couple of years ago, where he tried, very patiently, to teach me to snowboard. He insists even now that I picked it up pretty well. But I measured my success by how long I could stay on my feet. And I simply couldn't!
I would love to get on a snowboard and fly down a hill. So I'll dedicate myself to learning it, no matter how many falls it takes me to get it right.
My Mom's dad wrote me a great letter for my first birthday (signed also by my grandmother), letting me know that he was sending a little bit of money. He suggested I could do whatever I wanted with it, save it or spend. He worked in finances; maybe I picked up, even at one, that it can't hurt to put money in savings. I've been doing that ever since.
I just want it. I want to use it for file storage, music, the wireless connection. I'm ready to evolve my list-making from paper to purely online (saves trees!). And how cute would I be clutching a little iPod touch?
... (with Whoppers. The candy, not the meat treat). If the box office is less than stellar, choose a reasonable alternative (visit a museum, a poetry slam, etc.)
I. Love. Movies. I love seeing movies alone, too. Don't know why. Don't care why. I just like it. I haven't done it nearly enough since I've had a boyfriend/fiance/soon-to-be-husband to go with. So I've put this on the list to remind myself that it's something I enjoy doing and that deserves my attention.
My threshold for movies is pretty high -- it takes a lot for me to vehemently hate a movie (and I tend to either like it or really, really hate it), so I think most months I'll be able to find something I'd like to see. If not, there'll always be museums I haven't walked through or free showings at a nearby campus to check out.
And those Whoppers are all-important. It's so important to indulge, even if it's just a little.
