What do you hope brings you joy in the coming year?
In an ideal world, 2015 will bring a year of change. It will be a year of change that is both painful and pleasant, both of which, eventually bring joy.
2015 will be a year that finally sees me sorting my shit out, and doing something to at least get my life together and being more of a responsible adult. Even if that just means getting rid of my credit card debt – that alone would bring me a lot of joy. *lol*
2015 will also be the year that I endeavour to travel more to visit my family. After seeing them recently, I realised that I really should be doing this much more regularly.
2015 will also be the year that I truly tap into my creative voice and spend more time focusing on my creative writing, despite what others may think of it. Certain people in my life may not necessarily want to know anything about what I’m writing, and well, that’s a real shame, because as much as I don’t like to toot my own horn, I have an ability for creative writing. It’s nothing amazing right now, but it’s something that I’m passionate about, and it should at least be respected enough for the fact that it’s important to me.
But most of all, 2015 will be the year that I return to the one thing I truly miss the most – and that’s dancing. I cannot wait to be able to get my dance shoes on again and start tearing up those floorboards. It’s been an incredibly frustrating wait, and my return is starting to get closer and closer – I can almost taste it!
Tell us five interesting random things about yourself.
I hate these things… I always find it such a struggle to write…
…so I changed it 😉
1. I’m terrible at remembering names…
…but instead I remember countless pop culture references, that, ultimately, are completely pointless:
2. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
3. I once owned a purple velvet unitard.
except mine was a very dark purple, and it had one sleeve, and it had purple and silver sequins all up the arm, that fanned out across the chest. It was very dramatic, and there are no photos in existence of me wearing it… well, none that I know of. And yes, it was for dancing, and I was about 15 or 16 when I had to wear it. It was for our Contemporary troupe performance.
4. I have a stuffed dog called Rambo. I got him from The Oatmeal. He sits on my desk at work.
5. Pretty much everytime I have a conversation with Crazy Cat Lady at work, it’s gibberish. Mainly noises and quotes from pop-culture references. We’re so loud and disruptive… we complete each other.