I am thirty-three years old today. Thirty-three.
Which is like saying that I’m now Hoozle Puddit. What does that even mean? And how did it happen?
But it happened, and I’m 33 now. I cried a little this morning. I’m not even sure I could articulate why. It all just feels so beyond my control. And it feels so incredibly meaningful and meaningless at the same time.
So to make 33 feel like something, I want to commit to 3 things that I will do this year.
By end of the day, September 24, 2011, I will:
1. Have no credit card debt. None. $0.
2. Lose *some* weight. I don’t want to commit to a specific amount. But it will be something. Ideally, it will be enough so that I’m not technically overweight, let alone obese. But let’s just call it something.
3. I will not pull a single grey or white hair out of my head.
That is all.
Carry on.
margaret edith 