I was real nervy about revisiting the 37 things I hoped to do in my 37th year because 2020 hasn’t exactly been kind to the ambitious. Or any humans, really.
But when I went out of my way to bake a pie from scratch a little more than a week late, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to celebrate a little bit. I’ve bolded the ones I was able to do, and I’m living in my italicized feelings for the ones that I wasn’t.
Become a BOTM BFF. I want that tote bag, alright?
Finish writing another novel. And I might be querying it until I’m forty.
Read 50 books.
Cosplay my Inquisitor. Really want to do this armor, because I hate myself. I didn’t cosplay a damn thing this year.
Buy all my clothes secondhand. I tried, but online shopping was a lockdown necessity.
Pay off one of my student loans. Don’t get too excited – there’s more.
Repaint bedrooms. We repainted one and I’m counting it.
Find a new therapist.
Bake a pie from scratch.
Make a monthly charitable donation.
Flirt with my husband.
Continue with my new favorite tradition of hosting a Halloween dinner party. We would’ve had one this year, too.
Write one letter a month. Related, would you like one?
Sew Peggy Carter’s blue suit, again. This is half finished, at least.
Play and craft with my girls and enjoy their fleeting littleness as much as possible.
Save an undisclosed sum of money each month for another trip to Disney in two years. Just started saving recently, which I feel okay about.
Participate in #PitMad.
Participate in National Novel Writing Month.
Blog once a month. Big fail.
See a play.
Send my sweet baby girl off to kindergarten with a Schultüte.
Make my living will official. Getting a witness when you really oughtn’t leave your house is hard.
Build a firepit in the backyard.
Visit with my niece and nephew.
Organize craft supplies and donate what I genuinely do not need.
Go swimming, not in a pool.
Volunteer at the girls’ school.
Endeavor to stand and work at least once a day when in the office.
Frame the art I already have before I buy more.
Research and practice loving-kindness meditation.
Get Miss E involved in Girl Scouts.
Attend Dragon Con with my husband for the first time.
Floss more regularly.
Plant flowers for pollinators.
Set up the lovely dollhouse my bestie gave to Miss E on her first birthday, because I think the girls are finally old enough not to destroy it.
Renew my passport, and acquire passports for the girls.
I’m never going to not worry, but please, just be present. I swear I’ve tried and failed a lot but not all the time.
This has been a hard, hard, hard year and the fact that it isn’t over yet feels almost insurmountable, some days. I’m going to think on what I can reasonably hope for my 38th trip around the sun and it might just involve a lot of BioWare game replays, if it’s anything like this year was.