Some Goals for the Final Fifty

Now that I know I only have about 50 years left to me, I need to get a move on.  Here are some of my goals, which are vastly different than goals I would have made even a year ago.

1.  Learn German again, but this time really well.  I've heard German spoken since the day I was born, probably (since I was born in Germany), and yet I still don't speak it more than a few phrases here and there. 

2.  Give French a good try.  The accent completely kills me, but it's such a beautiful language and I'd love to (see #3)

3.  Live in Paris!  It would be so fun for Sweetie and I to do a study abroad or sabbatical there.  "Midnight in Paris" is a favorite film of mine, and though I've been there once before I can't even say that I got close to scratching the surface.  I'd be really happy living in Italy or Germany, too.  I'm not too terribly picky, as long as I get back to Europe.

4.  Make a quilt for all four kids.  Anything beyond that is a bonus, and yay for me.  But at a minimum, I'd like to make one for each of them.

5.  Be a grandmother.  No pressure kids, but someday it would be nice.  Preferably in the next 10 years, but I'll be happy whenever it happens.

6.  Build up my piano chops.  Once upon a time, I was a fairly decent pianist.  Now I'm more of a trained monkey who can spit out church hymns on command.  I never really studied theory (my fault, not my teacher's, who tried bless her heart), which I should probably do, and I'd love to get back some of my strength and skill.

That's a good start.  I always used to put things on my list like "lose weight" and "clean the house."  Boring, boring, boring, and I'm not going to waste a moment of my Final Fifty on those.  Those are things that need to happen, certainly, but they're no longer goals of mine.  More like daily routines I need to develop habits for. 

Now, I'm off to practice the piano.