Resolute
December 31, 2003I don’t make resolutions each year, because I’m afraid of disappointing myself. But that is exactly why I need to this time. Because fear (of forgetting, of flailing, of failing) is holding me back. Years pass while my dreams gather dust on a shelf, and what good are dusty, old dreams?
Exactly. So. In 2004, I will:
– Be brave, honest and true.
– Take better care of my body.
– Learn how to sew.
– Write and illustrate a book.
– Start selling things that I make.
Or, at the very least, I will try.
Happy new year, darlings. Wishing you the energy, the faith, and the determination to follow your dreams, big and small.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
