To dance more. To sing more.
To plunge my whole self into icy cold water whenever I have the chance.
To make more time for meditation, reiki, and massage.
To be more vulnerable.
To get better at saying I'm sorry.
To listen to my family, my friends. To listen to my body. To listen to the wind as it rushes through my woods.
To sleep naked no matter what the weather.
To rub cocoa butter onto scars.
To admire the curves of my body.
To stop being afraid of silence.
To walk confidently instead of on tiptoe. Even around family members.
To stop being hypersensitive so no one has to tiptoe around me.
To make vegan chocolate cake for myself.
To make more time for skiing and snowshoeing, sailing and canoeing, hiking and swimming. To sweat more, cry more, dream more.
To get muddy. To eat potato chips. To use duct tape in every way possible.
To swear more. To fight more. To play hooky whenever possible.
To speak up more often. To write more.
To remind my friends how important they are to me.
To get better at saying "I love you."
To get better at saying "Fuck off."
To keep growing even when it's painful. To clear away the clutter inside of me so that I have space for new experiences.
To take inventory of the CDs playing inside my head and smash the ones I don't like.
To stare into the fire or gaze out the window, and listen to myself breathe.
To be sillier. To nap more often. To laugh more.
To fill my life with good smells: crushed basil and minced garlic, melted chocolate and herbal tea, dead leaves and pine needles drying in the sun.
To take more chances.
To remind myself every day that some day I will die.