{from the Mr. Brainwash Art show}
ten hopes:
I hope I get to go see my Grandma in China. I miss her so much it hurts.
I really hope to go to Europe with Coco and Molly. and probably need to meet Phelpsie at the Olympics.
I reeeeally hope really to go on another mission trip
I hope to somehow accomplish all of that while observing my 12K miles of less in an airplane. I already feel that resolution slipping.....
I hope to see my butthead baby sister more than once this year. Gulp, I suck.
I hope to catch the running bug again, and entertain the idea of yoga teacher training. Double gulp.
I hope to find a nursing job in LA that allows me to do all of this.
I hope to become conversational at speaking French. Did you know I've been learning in my car? Je comprends un peu le francais!
I hope all of your dreams come true. I really do. More than any other year, I feel like this is THE year for me and all of my loved ones. I don't know why; I just feel so fantastic for all of us.
OK, that was painfully cheesy. We now return to the previously scheduled snarky opinions and rude observations. I apologize and welcome all eye rolls.
Love Love Love.
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