1001 goals: join a book club, start a family book club, stop buying books in hardcover and hating them, read regularly before I go to sleep, and read 100 books in 1001 days
visit ten new cities
go on a road trip
make my own fabric headboard
dance all night in my first pair of Louboutins
read 100 new books & join a book club
Inspired by Mackenzie and spurred on by Lent, I have decided to start 2013 with not just one, but 101 resolutions to accomplish in 1001 days. These are goals, fantasies, hopes, and dreams – all rolled into a perfect list. In 1001 days – September 2015 – I will have graduated from college and started the transition into real life, and before then, I hope to accomplish quite a bit. So far, I have written 64 goals and plan to add as my world and life direction changes. Wish me luck!
What a year 2012 has been! Despite a few bumps (a broken nose, a cranky teacher, the usual), 2012 has treated me so well. Tonight, I plan on celebrating the end of the year with as much joy as the year has brought me. I wish you ice in your drink, the perfect sparkly black dress, and a kiss at midnight. Here’s to 2012 and 2013 – tonight, celebrate your accomplishments and your goals and your past and your future. Cheers!
Can you hear those sleigh bells ringing? I certainly can…two weeks from this moment I will have completed all of my finals and on my way home to celebrate the holiday at my family’s tree-trimming party. Prepare for some procrastination posts, as this entire weekend is dedicated to writing the 40ish pages I have put off. Eek! My spot in the library will soon be my new home if anyone wants to come save me from Bolivian risk assessments, Fair Trade, and the Inquisition.
I hope your weekend is not as Microsoft Word-document filled as mine, but instead one with white christmas lights, hot chocolate, and the holiday spirit.
ps. Christmas Angel – feel free to send me a couple pairs of cashmere socks. I’m really cold.
Happy (official) weekend! Though I may have began my weekend celebrations onWednesday, with Halloween, I am so excited for the next few days. My parents and brother are coming to Boston for the weekend and I can’t wait to order room service, go to bed early, and enjoy their love. I hope you have a wonderful weekend full of fall leaves, winter scarves, and a good book.
To my dearest Caroline, happy birthday.
I always thought that the first person outside of my family that I would really love would be a boyfriend, but then, tah-dah, I met you. I love you for your contagious humor, your devotion to your values and faith, your unparalleled ability to mock me, and your kick-ass accessories. I love you for inviting me to be a part of your family, for accepting me as a brunette sister, and for always texting me back at just the right time. I love you for being so incredibly Caroline. I love you for being okay with not always having a plan, for introducing me to that crab cream cheese thing, and for being my most devoted blog follower.
I wish you a year of joy, of great outfits, of discovery and adventure and mischievousness. I wish you a 550 on your SAT II, additions to the Isabella Stewart Gardener Museum, and a future appreciation of thank-you notes. For your next twenty years, I wish you a Sweet Caroline at every bitter moment, trips to Venice together, and Godmotherships. I can’t wait to get ready next to you at my wedding and at yours, to finally not have a long-distance relationship, and to celebrate 21 ;) Here’s to you, here’s to us, and here’s to 20, sweet Caroline.
“October was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields stunned themselves in the aftermaths.
Anne reveled in the world of color about her.
‘Oh, Marilla,’ she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs. ‘I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it? Look at these maple branches. don’t they give you a thrill – several thrills?’” - Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery