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Do you ever get nostalgic for time periods you’ve lived through? This song takes me back to a TIME that I feel cannot happen exactly the same way ever again. And this is (one reason) why music is important.

This song is everything right now. #life #020512

When this year started I was exhausted just thinking about everything that is to come in 2012. I couldn’t even BEGIN to list a resolution - could hardly bring myself to say the word. In my mind it just made me tired tired tired to think about.

But all it took was one five-hour car ride back to reality and I came up with a few personal goals. I’m not limiting myself to this year. I’m not including anything that feels like a chore (financial goals, spiritual goals) or has to do with the wedding (there is so freaking much to do, besides: getting married and celebrating it…twice; honeymoon; trying out pescatarianism - at least until April; getting serious about my workout).

So this might as well be the “real” list. It’s important to keep it “real.” And fun. Always.

Take drum lessons.

Take some more writing classes, and a few film production classes.

Learn to surf.

Go paddleboarding.

Get a raise in 2012.

Get a passport (w/Michael).

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Thinking about my sisters - I love and miss them so much.

Being an oldest sister is my greatest and most important role in life.

One of them anyways.

It’s from Sex and the City (you are gasping in shock right now, I can hear it). Carrie needs money to buy her apartment so she goes to the bank to get a loan. She is denied. She goes to Big for help.

“I’m worth nothing,” she says.

Big says, “You’re worth a million bucks, Bradshaw.”

This is my favorite line because it’s something I want someone to say to me. In fact, I’ve said that out loud enough times that Michael actually did say it to me the other day (“You’re worth a million bucks, Poniewaz.”) That was sweet of him.

Here’s the thing -

I need to believe it, deep down in my heart.

I am reading one of our books we just published at work and it’s got this whole section on “poor self-image.” It has you rate yourself in a whole bunch of areas. I rate myself high, and then I think: “I know I’m smart BUT…” “I think I deserve great things BUT…” There’s a lot of buts, basically - that’s my problem (insert sophomoric references here!).

Time to finally work it out.

…And get that million bucks.