It took me a week to come up with these, but here they are…
- Drink more water. Obviously.
- Fast once a month… days will vary.
- Lose more weight.
- Read more fiction.
- Travel to a new place.
- Spend more time with my family and friends.
- Stop biting my nails. This has to be the year.
- Keep up on the news. (I’ve actually been doing this one for a while now, but I want to keep at it. Seriously, becoming a New York Times’ subscriber may be a bit expensive, but it’s so worth it. BEST NEWSPAPER EVER.)
- Start and finish more creative projects.
- Make more friends.
- Watch more films.
- Meditate/pray once a day.
- Be a better friend.
- Be less judgmental. (I’ve been working on this one for a while too. I feel less judgmental, but I’m still working on it.)
- Save more.
That’s it. For now.
It’s heartbreaking to know that everything caves under the weight of greed.
Today I lost my fear of asking questions. For some reason, I feel like I became a truer journalist this afternoon. Not entirely real because I have so much to overcome in my profession, but truer to it.
Today I did something I had never actually done before. I sat down and had a conversation with someone I barely knew. I tried to fill in the awkward gaps with talk, but it was all really good talk. It made me believe that I was losing fear of being myself and becoming more confident.
Today I met one of my favorite people in the world. Her name is Lena Dunham. And at that moment I felt infinite. It was a fan girl moment. But I put away my fear and hugged her, telling her that if I didn’t introduce myself, I would forever regret it. Then I thought about how she must feel to have all of these people come up to her, and I felt like she appreciated those who did because some people will think themselves too serious or too cool to act like fan girl or fan boy for a minute.
Sometimes we just have to let ourselves be honest with ourselves.
Today I saw 2001 at the Dome and though my brain isn’t done thinking about what I saw in that mighty theater, I feel like it is the most artful thing I’ve ever seen.
Today, when I drove home, I listened to Grimes and remembered how I would listen to her while my father drove us under the pitch black sky that covered the endless roads of Mexico. I felt limitless then. I also I felt like I would never feel that way anywhere else. But today, under the luminous sky that covers the bright, vain city of Los Angeles, I did feel infinite. And my happiness consumed me.
Sometimes when I’m watching a movie or reading a book that has a character who’s playing “dangerous games”, I get really anxious because I fear for his life. But then I take a moment to remind myself that the worst possible thing that could happen to him is that he’ll die. And death is something that happens to all of us. Knowing that calms me down.