Life Goals

I was digging through my box of "Stuff to Keep" looking for 2009 pay stubs and I came across my life goal list from May of '06. I don't remember much of what I was doing then; it's weird how just a few years have passed, but I've got my summers all jumbled together. I can't remember if that was the summer of the Fantastic Four, or the summer I missed my best friend Jon terribly while starting to work at my first "real" job. Either way, this list is incredibly silly, and the only thing I can remember about typing it up is that I insisted on using a typewriter and it took me at least a week to get through all 180 items without any major typos.

Quite a few of them are puerile (my new favourite word), most of them were a 16-year-old's attempt at wisdom (example: "Don't forget the past and don't forget to learn from it"), some of them I've outgrown, but a few of them are still true today, and I found myself crossing quite a few off as I was re-reading the list. I have no plans to type out all of these goals, but I will share a few that made me smile.

- Have a fantastic book collection.
- Buy and wear a hat that is not obnoxious. (Several of these goals include owning or buying frivolous clothing or doing girly things, since I was considered something of a tomboy.)
- Buy and wear a hat that is obnoxious.
- Buy and eat all the fruits accessible at a supermarket. (Apparently I was a glutton, or had hopes to become one.)
- Take a culinary class so I can make home-cooked meals for my family. (This made me shudder, though I'm sure I meant well. David called me a "domestic little whatsit" when I read it aloud to him.)
- Attain a well-rounded, solid, and possibly even cute nickname.
- Realize what independence is without going Thoreau. (This is my favourite.)

This is reserved for goals that may hold true today, but still are unlikely to happen:
- At the bookstore, get the book I want and then leave right away.
- Finish all my food when treated to dinner.
- Go a year eating no junk food at all.
- Hold a snake.
- Stop biting my lips.

Hope you enjoyed a glimpse of 16-year-old Heather. Maybe I'll take a page from her book and update my life goals list. The least that can come of it is another slightly deprecating blog post.