*Drags hand slowly down face*
I was sorely, sorely tempted to throw a line up here that said something like “for the answer to today’s #reverb10 prompt, please refer to days 2, 11, 13, 18, 20 and 21,” because (*resisting the strong urge to facepalm myself into oblivion) I feel like this topic is well-trodden ground.
In fact, this ground is so well trodden that it is now a crater or a valley. Scratch that, it’s the freakin’ Grand Canyon.
What’s the thing you most want to achieve next year? How do you imagine you’ll feel when you get it? Free? Happy? Complete? Blissful? Write that feeling down. Then, brainstorm 10 things you can do, or 10 new thoughts you can think, in order to experience that feeling today.
For me, there is no one thing that I
want need to achieve in 2011.
1. Finishing my book.
2. Finishing my course.
3. Dropping some essential lbs.
4. If not moving then traversing the treacherous desert that is the legal/immigration implications of moving to Canada.
These goals are all like identical quadruplets nestled toasty warm in their matching onesies and adorable bobble hats. Why? Because they all make feel exactly the same way when I think of achieving them: wild, almost irrational glee, bulbous, chest swelling pride, tingling not-sure-what-comes-next anticipation.
Today is a hard day to try and think of feeling any of those things. A small, petty but nonetheless painful argument with the Parental Unit and my impending departure down south tomorrow are weighing heavily on me and it’s all I can do not to burrow under the duvet in my childhood room and sleep until mid-2011.
1. Write this blog post.
2. Watch the letters appear one after the other as I scrawl them on napkins and in moleskines and on computer screens all in the name of that elusive “The End.”
3. Tuck into that delicious (and healthy) Nigerian delicacy; eba and ogbono soup.
4. Turn the heating in the house to full blast and settle between my mum and dad to watch The Blind Side.
5. Watch Big Bro drive off into the sunset in his shiny blue car and think “well damn, if that boy hasn’t done alright for his big-headed self.”
6. Pack my suitcase, bittersweet as it may be and realise that this Christmas was the best in years.
7. Crack the spine of my brand new copy of Water for Elephants and inhale that heavenly new book smell, feeling the pages brush against my fingertips.
8. Order my Kindle (which I have, thanks to Daddy Dearest’s Christmas gift) and relish the knowledge that I no longer have to feel guilty about buying books as I have no more room to place them.
9. Shove my feet into my slipper socks (the ones with the built-in toe warmer) and feel my tootsies turn cosy.
10. Hide the Bing Crosby Christmas Carol CD wayyyyyy in the back of the rack as it’s been playing almost non-stop for the last seven days and everyone (bar my wonderful mother) is on the verge of a homicidal rampage.
And, as a bonus, being one of reverb10′s recommended reverberations is pretty up there. Kind of makes me feel happy in ALL my special places
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Stereo. 20-something aspiring bon vivant. London based. Exceptionally Nigerian. Partial to snark. My default setting is "wry". Jeans and blazers are my uniform. Landlady. Speed reader, tuneless singer, hoarder of words, drinker of Schloer; I am suspicious of most people, have zero tolerance for tomfoolery, have a vast DVD collection, worship at the altar of Al Green, own too many bottles of nail polish, have small eyes, small ears and giant hair and owe approximately 86% of my awesome to the Parents Typewriter.
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