The easiest way
to be brave
is not having
On their 50th wedding anniversary, the celebrating couple was asked what the secret was behind all those years of happy matrimony.
“Good wine,” said the husband.
“And a bad memory,” the wife added.
“I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is. I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.”
For my 36th birthday (which was two weeks ago) I´ve given myself the permission to revise the list I made up last year and alter a few things, since we´re supposed to not only grow older, but also wiser every year.
Here are the things I so far accomplished:
These things will stay on the list:
That leaves me with 6 goals I feel I should change for more realistic ones.
Going to a music festival seemed like a really fun idea, but I´m afraid I´m simply not made for it. The older I get, the more difficult it becomes for me to feel at ease in a crowd. Instead, I´d like to change this one for two different things that combine certain aspects of the festival experience: one, go camping with my husband and daughter, and two, sing in a bar or out in the street.
To become politically involved in my community I´d have to master the language a lot better than I do now, and I´d have to learn a lot of stuff that´s simply not my cup of tea. Now that we have a new (very young) mayor, I have a slightly better feeling about how things are going here, and I think I should leave the political stuff to the people who know more about it.
Sponsoring a child in another country and working 100 hours as a volunteer seemed like very beautiful and altruistic things to do, but far from realistic for someone who, as a sufferer from aura migraines, keeps losing her job and that way doesn´t even have an income of her own. I should substitute these goals for working out a migraine treatment plan for myself (with the help of this fantastic book). Because you have to take care of yourself before you can take care of others.
I have been sending birthday cards, and I still think it´s a nice thing to do. But apparently nobody cares about birthday cards anymore, and it´s becoming rather expensive, now that the prices have gone up again. Instead, I was thinking of making photo-albums of my daughter´s pictures. I have my photos mostly on the computer, but it´s so much nicer and safer to have them actually printed out.
Having my hair like Jennifer Aniston was a goal that was actually supposed to motivate me to deal with trichotillomania. (Don´t worry, it was never as bad as in that picture.) But I think I made a lot of progress in that field and it doesn´t necessarily have to result in Aniston´s hairdo, because I think I look better with my hair a bit shorter than hers. Instead, I want to focus on another one of my childhood heroines: I´d like to dress up as The Little Mermaid at the local carnival. I already have my daughter´s full support.
That leaves me with 13 goals instead of 14. So I´ll add one more: in addition to reading 100 books, I feel I should brush up on my French and work a bit harder on my Spanish, so of those 100 books, at least 5 should be in French and 5 in Spanish. (Man, we Belgians are very good at giving ourselves homework, aren´t we. Not hard to see where the trichotillomania comes from.)
So this is the new list of things I want to do before I turn 40:
Here we go.
Number 12 on the list. Cost me blood, sweat and tears, and a lot of creative adjusting, because simply following the instructions in the magazine (for as far as I understood them, because they were in Spanish) didn´t do the Bippety-Boppety-Boo-trick of magicking up a dress that actually looked good on me.
So I changed it into something quite different, and now I think it´s alright. A bit bohemian maybe, or rather giving a bit of a Caribbean touch to this Spanish summer, but if you can´t do that here, well, where can you?
We´re about to move house, and one of our new neighbours is called Jesús, who is a pharmacist.
So how cool is that: we´ll be living next door to Jesus -who actually cures people!
So we had another audición, where we get to sing on stage, and I wanted to do “Don´t Cry For Me, Argentina”. While practising, my teacher or the pianist (or both, I can´t remember) came up with the idea to give it a bit of a jazzy touch. So that´s what we did, though it turned out to be more soul than jazz.
You can see the video here.
The first seconds are a bit wobbly, but afterwards it gets better, you´ll see.