[December, 1989] New Year’s Resolutions (Age 12)
12/26/89
Dear Journal,
Tomorrow I am going to Elaine’s birthday party.
I want to try something new.
Well since the new year is coming, and the new decade, I want to write down my new years resolutions.
1) Go steady with Mitchell.
2) lose seven pounds.
3) kick my knuckle cracking and nail biting habits.
4) learn how to ride a bike. (I know that I won’t keep that one, but who really cares.)
5) talk my mom into letting me get second holes in my ears.
Well I geuss that does it. I hope I have a good year and decade.
Ah, resolutions. I don’t know where I got the idea to make this list, but it was probably inspired by something I saw on television (did the girls in The Facts of Life ever make resolutions? I’m thinking a strong maybe on that). This exercise sparked what would become a lifelong fondness for making lists, though I no longer make resolutions. Why should the calendar dictate personal self-improvement?
Back in the late 80′s (how sad it will be to usher in the 90′s. Can we have an acid washed moment of silence?) I think I misunderstood the idea of making resolutions with making a wish list. In the spirit of hindsight, I’d like to revise that list for my 12-year-old self. This is what is should have looked like:
1) Realize that being in a relationship is not always something one can control.
2) Make peace with those pounds.
3) Now that the nails are safe, kick the cuticle-biting habit (it’s pretty gross).
4) Learn to drive (I probably won’t keep that one, either).
5) Thank mom for not letting me get that second pair of holes in my ears, because accessorizing with one pair is challenging enough.
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I, too, LOVE lists!
My dad was the one who wouldn’t let me get second holes in my ears when I was like 15ish. He said it would lead to other piercings, which I HONESTLY didn’t want then. I’m convinced his holding me back is what made me go nuts when I turned 18…now with a grand total of 18 piercings!
heh Ah, who am I kidding, I had a friend who was a piercer, I was gettin’ ‘em either way! (And they’re easy for me, I never change the rings!)
Is your email really damiella (at) gmail (dot) com? Can I really email you?
Yep, you can really email me!