In my dream last night I swam to an island teamed with birds circling an injured dying penguin that had washed up on its shore. There, up the hill, was a museum whose theme was showcasing the seven deadly sins, as a means of how to avoid them. An interesting touch to the dream was Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie arguing the entire time they toured the house.
As I was leaving, I stepped into an outdoor cleansing shower before diving back into the sea.
I woke to my buzzing phone telling me it was time to get up, do some work, and get back on the road. I will miss my parents’ place. This Christmas was indeed lovely. A wonderful way to say ‘thank you’ and ‘goodbye’ to 2019 surrounded by family.
I shall return soon, of course, but not today. Today I must be away. But not before this morning, post dream, I began to assemble my 2020 list.
I’m not big on the don’ts of resolutions. For me that is setting myself up for failures that I require little assistance with taking me down. Rather, I am more of a rough-sketch road-map kind of person.
Think: An unpaved path with posted sign suggestions and a lot of flexible twist and turns along the way. The only rule for me is … if I say it, I’m gonna do it.
That being said, I’ve a few points I want to hit in the next couple of months.
- Live in England every 6 weeks or so. Check.
- Contemplate that job offer in Germany. Check.
- Visit Han in Prague.
- Go back to 0-ish carbs (I let a few slip in lately and I’ve found I just appreciate it more when they are not around).
- Speaking of appreciating, outside of my immediate family, if you received a holiday card from me you’re the one I want to know more about in 2020.
- Outside of work. Know that every text does not require an answer. Every email does not include a reply.
- Take in more natural light.
- Finish The Waste Land. Almost Check.
- Donate clothes I’ve not worn in the past six months.
- Donate more period.
Oh, I’m liking this new year. It has a melodic ring to it already.
I’m down and up mountain ranges before noon today – on my way back to the poor wee cottage. Lucky for me, the list comes with.