I just spent about seven minutes reading through the past year of Fluid Pudding so I could put together a “hey Hey HEY! Look at how I’m changing the world over here!” post. Turns out, not so much world changing was accomplished by me in the past twelve months.
It looks like I maybe wore shorts once. I ate a lot of food. I sat in a piercing chair three times and a tattoo chair once. I took a writing class. I gave ten bucks to a homeless violin player even though he was playing Miley Cyrus’s “Wrecking Ball.” I cleaned up animal vomit. I started selling honey. I read some books.
Here are some of the books I read in 2017:
- Fresh Complaint by Jeffrey Eugenides
- The Golden House by Salman Rushdie
- Turtles All the Way Down by John Green
- Hunger by Roxane Gay
- A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles
- The Idiot by Elif Batuman
- Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward
- The Nix by Nathan Hill
- The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd
- Night Film by Marisha Pessl
Normally my fortune says something like “Virtue is a journey and companions will lift your spirits higher than mountains before love will tear us apart.” This was better.
What I hope to accomplish in 2018:
- More church, fewer canned foods.
- More beans, less eye rolling.
- More yoga, less falling asleep in bad places.
- More glitter eyeliner, fewer migraines.
- More hygge, less Mariah Carey.
More listening. More kindness. More reaching out to help. More connections. More knitting and sewing and writing and reading and creating and enjoying. More spark than fizzle.