As December 31 is approaching, once again, it is time to take stock. Was 2012 the year where I lived up to my New Year’s resolutions?
Let’s walk through them:
Find a really great job.
I did indeed get a really great job, one they designed for me. Is that amazing or what? I got it through a wonderful man I sat next to on a plane ten years ago. All I can say is, if someone ever gives you their business card, hang on to it. Go out for a drink occasionally to keep the pot simmering and connect on Linkedin. Might not be a complete waste of your time.
Go to Tuscany at least once for a week.
Sadly, no. It is on my list for 2014.
Have a real conversation in French. With a French person.
I spent a weekend in Paris with my parents and were I offered the menu in English or French, I was very consistent in choosing the French version. [Cut to me, asking: “What does XX mean? What is XX? Is XX testicles? I’m NOT ordering brain. Again.”] Also, my boss is French and working out of our Paris office. We talk on the phone daily and I always greet her with a very authentically sounding, high-pitch “Booon jour, Odile!” I’m ticking this one off as done!
Loose 20 punds. Again.
In total, I probably lost 40 pounds last year. Unfortunately, I gained about 45 pounds in that same period of time. Coincidentally, I just threw out my scale today. Just like age, weight is just a number. Fuckit.
Yell less.
Like any white dude who ever showered with the LA Lakers would know, it is all relative. I try.
See my friends more.
Nothing has changed. I try.
Write at least 52 posts on www.cindafuckingrella.com.
I wrote a whopping 107 posts in 2012. I’ll admit, some were better than others. I am still waiting for my global breakthrough.
Although…
In November, I got a message from a woman named Anne Marie, who wrote:
“Day two; I am reading and reading and crying a little bit and laughing and laughing and laughing with tears rolling down my cheeks and now – surely – the neighbours will think “She’s finally lost it” and then I read some more and some more and some more. F*****ck; this is the coolest blog in the world.”
There are no words in any language I know for how happy that message made me. Oh, to be “got”. Wow. I am still feeding off that encouragement.
Spend at least two weekends in European capitals with Hub and NO kids.
One weekend in Paris with my brothers, their wives and my parents on tow does not count.
Be less of an asshole. Oh, and speak kindly to myself.
Nah, I was pretty much as much of an asshole in 2012 as ever. Oh, I say horrid things to people in traffic, with no other audience than my innocent children in the back. Oh, sweet Jesus, have mercy on my soul!
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3 – going on 7 – out of 9. I give myself credit for making an effort. “Good job, Cinda!”
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2013 RESOLUTIONS:
I’m with Michael here:
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