In 2013, I'd like to..

• Finish writing a song! And create 4-part harmony for it, and sing it on the internet while wearing red lipstick.
• Make moves to finally finish one of my stories! 
• Blog regularly. Be more of a presence on this site.
• Take burlesque lessons.
• Write to my idols to tell them that I love their work.
• Never hold back from giving a compliment to a stranger.
• Learn about the genealogy on my dad’s side.
• Craft more.
• Be brave enough to get the tattoo that I’ve been dreaming about for so long.
• Make horta. As soon as I see the dandelions starting to sprout, I will pick them all and cook them and they will be delicious.
• Pick out some Pinterest recipes and make something new every month! 
• Start a small herb garden.
• Channel my flustered energy into something like baking or a brisk walk around the block.
• Most importantly, live in the Right Now. No more stressing about the future! No more ruminating on the past!

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Ahh, new month, new month, new month!

Still shaking the dust off of November. What an time that was. The hurricane. The painful aftermath. The hysteria of the election. The realization that one of my roommates is an animal-neglecting psycho. The literal falling apart of my house at its seams. The subsequent moving-out of said roommate. The glorious long weekend that was Thanksgiving holiday. The death of my oldest cousin.

It was a brutal month, and that is why I love a fresh start. It may just be a continuation of the same week, but a new page on the calendar has always been so deeply symbolic for me of starting over. I love starting over. I’ve even come up with a list of resolutions today. I haven’t made resolutions in years! I thought it was stupid to wait until January 1st to make a change, when you can just begin your grand life change today, on the totally nondescript date of December 3rd, 2012. But I’ve made real resolutions this year, and I’m not unleashing them on the world until the new year.

November was the month when the shanty burned, crumbled, and blew away in the wind. December is the month we rebuild. January we toast our hard work and begin to decorate.