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Lists continued


My life’s to do list (written the same time I wrote my list for the husband I wanted ):
-learn to surf
-travel up Africa
-do a photography course
-write a book
-learn to be completely honest (before I’m 22) (so I have learnt to be completely honest and if I am dishonest it is very intentional.  Um, let me rephrase that, if I am dishonest now I am aware of it as soon as it happens and usually correct myself.  Really, really embarrassing!)
-learn to sew perfectly (this could take me forever)
-learn to cook
-take art lessons
-get to my perfect weight (I'm mostly happy with the way I am now)
-get fit (short term) (ha, ha, ha, so that didn’t happen until recently)
-make a movie
-create a garden
-have a library of books
-create a school level program aimed at self-esteem through the arts
-start a feeding and welfare program for AIDs orphans
-dye my hair black once
-get a tattoo
-learn how to play the guitar
-get my skin sorted out (short term)
-save a R1000 (increase that as I reach my goal)
-help Andrew as much as possible
-meet Oprah (um, I think that would not be so wise.  I might tell her what I think of her.  I’m not uber impressed) 
-grow a beautiful, peaceful open garden
-have an amazing herb garden
-pay my parents back
-make right with my Helen (Helen is my godmother a wonderful generous woman who I took for granted)
-read the classics
-learn about Sylvia Plath
-do the antique thing
-get to know fabrics
-get rid of my fear once and for all (SHORT TERM)
-understand politics
-get some type of etiquette education ( I think at the time part of my thinking was to create something and then go to all the really big people around the world, like maybe the Queen, and ask them to give a bit of their money)
-meet Stephan
-get married and have babies (done and dusted!)


These lists and dreams for my future are from when I was younger, but much of what I wanted has not changed.   Our family is in a funny transition stage that has not been easy, but it feels like we are coming to the end.  And the end brings with it newness and starting over.  For a long time I put aside my dreams and my husband put aside his to allow God’s plan for our lives to become our dreams.  Amazingly enough it seems that some of the things we’d been desperate for will be a part of our future.  Watch this space!!!
Much love
Philippa

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