What now?

My last day of work was on a Friday. By that Sunday I had slept all I could sleep. I'm sure I caught up on several months of sleep that weekend. I had treated myself to a movie at a theater an hour away. I had a long list of things I still wanted to do. Some of those things were time consuming, others were expensive. Some were as simple as exercising regularly or never using alarm clocks unless absolutely necessary. Basically, anything I had ever thought might be fun/scary/exciting/satisfying/profitable I had put on the list.

A sample of my list is as follows:

Become fluent in at least 2 new languages

Be able to understand at least 4 new languages

Practice the keyboard every day

Get back into making jewelry and handbags

Sell whatever I make

Exercise daily

Cook more meals at home

Stop and smell the roses, literally

Spend more time outside

Pamper self with facials and manicures

Travel by plane at least 9 times a year, doesn't matter where

Take more pictures

Read more

Write more

Drink more water, less coffee

Well, you get the idea. I wanted to do everything to improve my life. I wanted to focus on myself for once. But first I had to go to a taping of Ellen with my old roommate. Oh what a rough life.