I want to donate blood at least four times.
I want to find out what's wrong with my wonky thyroid.
I want to continue on my yoga journey.
I want to run more.
I want to celebrate five years of marriage with Shawn.
I want to run.
I want to learn how to make croissants from scratch.
I want to bake a black forest cake for my dad's birthday.
I want to throw a BBQ for Shawn's 35th birthday.
I want to cut my hair off so I'm forced to find a hairstyle I like instead of defaulting to a ponytail every damn day.
I want to attend my first birth as a doula-in-training.
I want to take more pictures and learn to use my camera better.
I want to write more letters and do a better job at letting people know how important they are to me.
I want to learn how to crochet.
I want to figure out how to meal plan for our family instead of trying to adopt solutions that aren't quite right for us and then failing after a week.
I want to learn how to be better with money. I'm bad at money. I just am. I'm 30 years old. I should not use "I just am" as an excuse to continue to be bad with money.
I want to write more.
I want to take Grady swimming.
I want to clean my oven. At least once. I've never cleaned an oven before. It's shameful.
I want to laugh more, fret less, watch my tone, use positive words, admit my faults, allow myself to fail, eat as much chocolate as I please, and teach my kid to be kind.