Well, 2011

You've been a year of 
contemplation and reevaluation
new experiences, welcomed or otherwise
a few not-quites and maybe-laters
letting-go and hanging on, and waiting to see the wisdom of each
surprising new undertakings
growth and stumbles and more growth
unexpected joys.


Thanks. 


Now send in 2012, will you?


 

Well, I never

Apologies to Vicki Rocho: I signed up to participate in her blogfest, which took place last week, not foreseeing that I'd be off blogosphere  during that time. But here I am,ready to share a list of the things that begins with "I never."

I never had the desire to:

• smoke
• go bungee-jumping
• run for political office
• ride in a helicopter
• dye my hair blonde
• gamble in a casino
• travel to outer space

I never thought I would:

• earn a black belt in martial arts
• ride in a Porsche (thanks to my friend, Janet, who gave me a ride to my 40th birthday celebration)
•  sing in Carnegie Hall, not once, but twice (the perks of attending a graduate school known for its choirs, which are often called upon to perform in New York City with different orchestras.)

• see friends from primary and secondary school semi-regularly
• be in a group so loud that the hotel manager called repeatedly to the room to inform us of complaints from other guests (I was with the kidlit writers at a writers' conference)