2010: To Do

Be grateful for the things I have
Be hopeful…not bitter…about the things I wish I had.
Fall in love.
Use my body in ways that are pleasurable and comforting; to myself and to those around me.
Exercise a lot.
Eat food that is healthy and delicious.
Everything in moderation…including moderation.
Drink wine.
Spend as much time with my family as I can.
Run the half-marathon with my father.
Fall in love.
Write.
Be vulnerable.
Smoke shisha.
Breathe, be, think, criticize, analyze, dig, drop in, feel, stretch, smile, cry, twist, bend, break and heal: act.
Drink beer.
Watch my brother get married.
Have a houseplant that I don’t kill.
Win something.
Go to New York with Amy.
Fall in love.
Read.
Get another tattoo.
Dance.
Bleed.
Lose weight.
Gain it back again.
Drink gin.
Turn 30.
Publish something.
Smoke cigars.
Kiss.
Be OK

Revel in being......a beautiful mess.........




...You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shotty cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
Though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
That this is just what happiness is

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like we're picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, Here we are
Here we are
We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

And through timeless words, and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn, and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts
But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it

Comments

Vivian said…
Happy New year my Seoul-mate.

All the best to you for 2010. Kisses. Love. Wine. Friendships. Madness. Music. Happiness. Travels.

xx
January 4, 2010 at 2:09 AM
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