Ah, it's the new year. C'est merveilleux, a time to unload those heavy burdens from yesteryear and start off anew. Of course, this elated vision eventually dissipates as we cross the days off our calendars and begin to pick up once again the cumbersome loads life hands us. Nevertheless, I evade to let this realization hinder my ability to see la vie en rose. Inspired by this concept and also the fact that I have just mentioned one of the greatest French ballads of all time, I have created a list of new year's resolutions that go hand in hand with various Edith Piaf song titles. Like the robust singer, I intend to get my voice heard, refusing to let the padam...padam... get in the way.
I have an allergy to waking up when my alarm goes off. Miraculously I always manage to get to where I need in the knick of time, but it's preceded by huge rushing and swearing on my behalf. Every year I try to correct this fault by giving myself more time in the morning, but by the end I am still too close with my snooze button. This year I'm determined to succeed.
L'accordéoniste
Okay, actually I don't have any intentions to play the accordion. (Although it is a pretty sweet instrument.) Instead, I want to seriously learn how to play the guitar so that I could closer identify with la guitariste. Already have a few basic chords under my belt, but practice is necessary to hone my guitar strumming abilities. It's always been a dream of mine to be part of some hippy, indie, folsky band in which I have a guitar in hand, singing la chanson bleue like Edith Piaf herself.
Kiosque à journaux
Let's face it, we all should read more. Not just newspapers and magazines that are found at a newsstand, as Edith suggests, but also books. Lots of good old-fashioned books. With my new Kindle, I really have no excuse.
Mon manège à moi
Et moi...it's time to figure out what my ride is in life; what exactly do I want to be when I grow up? While I don't intend to completely solve this enigma in the following months, there are still decisions to made. Whether it means I stay in France for another year and hang out with schoolchildren or perhaps spend a year in the Cities and hang out with schoolchildren, something will happen. Grad school applications are also on the horizon.
Du matin jusqu'au soir
From morning to evening, I want to try making all sorts of different things to eat. Already I've experimented throwing together different types of salads, pasta dishes, and even stir fries...but there is so much more I could do. Vegetables are becoming some of my best friends and I intend to keep it that way. C'est l'amour.
Simple comme bonjour
In sum, keep things simple. Even though wearing those rose-colored glasses on all the time is incredibly naïve - and may resemble too much like Barbie's dream world - it's nice to at least hold on to a little bit of optimism. With them, la fête continue.
And non, je ne regrette rien.
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