The New Year brings fortitude with the famine

Magen's Road Map for Existing in 2011

I want to read more. Not reread the piles of stuff that's on my bookshelf or best sellers or what people keep telling me to read because it's fashionable and I'll look good doing it. I want to go out and find new things to read. I want to raid book stores and secondhand  shops. I want to find weird things about butchers and mermaids and three-ring circuses that nobody's ever heard of and read it because that what interests me.
I want more piercings. I'm tired of feeling like I have to cover up my piercings to have Respectable Day Job and blend into the crowd. I'm tired of looking like Nice Girl. I'm not Nice Girl. You're not going to be seeing her around her anymore.
I want a tattoo. I say this every year, then I shuffle my feet and find excuses. I don't have the money, I don't want to get something I'll get bored with, I don't really have to have a tattoo. Blah blah blah. I have a design in mind and in May I'm going to do it.  End of.
I want to wear whatever I want to wear, however I want to wear it. I'm throwing out my high heels and bright colors for high-waist skirts, tuxedo jackets and combat boots. I really don't care what I should be wearing. I really don't care that men find spikes and studs and straps unappealing. That's the joy of not dating men: I don't have to listen to them.
I want a job that doesn't make me feel like crap. Day Jobs suck. Nobody knows that better than me. I'm just tired of feeling like I'm stuck working for the same violently stupid people who would torch their employees just to make a buck if they could manage it. The economy sucks and I need a job, but I don't want to let myself get trapped this time. You can't get anywhere working for people who don't value you as a human being.
I want to live better with others. I just want to associate with people with my best interests in mind. I'm so tired of fair-weather friends who lie their way out the door at the end of the day. I don't need you. You are baggage. Don't think for a moment that my life would be poorer for your absence.
I want to write things that I care about. I want you to care about them, too.

I just want to do better than 2010.

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