Well, it's been awhile.
I met a person at a party last night--a Chinese New Year party, to be exact--who is writing a book about living in Shanghai. I told him I am a writer as well, although neither of us are, yet, by profession. He reminded me about the value of blogging, if for no other reason than to get feedback from the five people who consistently read your words. So here I am, dear readers. Here I am.
Speaking of this lucky year of the dragon, 2012 is going to be our year. I say our to be inclusive, but I will outline what it means for me.
This is the year of using my voice. Writing, writing, writing. My previous goal of 300 words a day is not a bad start.
This is the year of faith. Figuring out faith in myself, in my environs (finding the perfectly just city is no easy task), in God and this world.
This is the year to seek the perfectly just city. Which is quoting Mark Helprin's Winter's Tale, a paean to New York City and winter. Neither of which come naturally to this Southern country girl. So, as I am going to seize each moment here, I present you with my top nine goals for the year of the dragon:
see a play
go to the botanical garden
be published in a non-work related publication
participate in worship, regularly
go to BAM
travel to scandinavia
cut my hair like rooney mara
noguchi museum
speak out for campaign finance reform
um, quite a list. mainly, i will live in colors, live in rooms.
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