What do I want from 2005, other than claiming my rightful crown of nice? Of the things that may be under my control -- I want to be a better teacher of the krav. I enjoy it, but I want to be able to be to
them
the way my teachers (still) are to me. Maybe 2005 is rushing things for that.
I want to stay uninjured, and maybe even healthy. I want to take krav places I haven't before.
I want to be fair to my friends, to earn their friendships all over again, and keep deserving what I get from them. I want to not kill my family.
As for work -- I want to pay attention, stay honest, and not be scared of the things I'm not so good out.
I trimmed my work inbox down to seven messages before I left today. I want to keep a handle, and keep organised.
And I want to be taken by delightful surprise, in every facet of my life.
Delightful -- you hear me?
Oh, you guys aren't going to start talking about boys are you?
I will still be parsing Lysanna's latest while 50 posts go by.
One for the Gus. Forty-nine left to go.
Oh, you guys aren't going to start talking about boys are you?
You mean like Ewan, in a kilt...
I'll be in my bunk.
Ewan in a kilt.... imagine a whole calendar of that.
After careful recollection of 2004, this is my year end poem (Yeats, of course):
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
Sorry to be a downer. I'm still parsing Lysana's latest.
I would have one, for real.
No kidding...
that cut through the McNulty-oost, which is quite severe at the moment.
