My New Year's Dream

I'm not making a New Year's resolution this year.

There are too many things that have to happen on their own merits (mostly dealing with graduation and post-graduation) for me to have any extra time for additional projects.

I already exercise (nearly) every day, and my food intake seems reasonable. I've also already planned my budget for the next six months, thus negating the need to make a resolution to "save more money."

(Before you all go "ooh, isn't she Little Blue Perfect," consider that I spent New Year's Eve not being kissed. Correlation does not equal causation, of course, but... am not perfect.)

But I do have a New Year's dream.

I'd like to sing somewhere. Jazz standards and Cole Porter. Decent accompanist, pretty dress.

I'd do it for free, and I'm not expecting to be "discovered" by the experience. It's just something I've wanted to do for a long time.

Unfortunately, there aren't any open mic nights at any of the bars in my current location (nor are the bars well-equipped to handle Cole Porter). There are pretty good odds that I will find myself relocating this summer, however. Perhaps in different environs the opportunity will find a way to present itself.

If all else fails, I could try the whole Secret thing again. "I will sing at an open mic night. I am singing at open mic night. I love singing at open mic night!"

('ll keep you posted on how that one turns out.)

But, as they say, stating the dream aloud is the first step. So... now it's stated, and we'll see what happens.