I was going through my old journals and found this page. Not only did it make me laugh, it made me proud that I’ve actually accomplished some of the things on it!
My plans for life (in no particular order)
Written by Kate as an 11 year old 2006
- Graduate from [my high school].
- Go to [my university] and get degrees in creative writing and literature.
- Do the writing thing Mrs. H (grade 6 teacher) was talking about.
- Do courses in fashion design.
- Make some huge sculptures.
- Learn to shape metal.
- Make my own glass beads.
- Sell cards, jewelry, and other stuff.
- Get married at age 25.
- Have three wonderful kids at ages 28, 30, and 31.
- Live in the beaches district of Toronto in my dream house next door to [person I cared about].
- Become mediumly rich.
- Learn to draw hands better.
- Become an excellent seamstress.
- Die at a good time, when I’m sleeping.
- Go on shopping sprees in New York, London, Paris, Madrid, and Tokyo.
- Go to Venice with my husband.
- Make a room entirely out of candy with a floor made out of jelly and marshmallow and then have a candy party.
- Publish at least one book.
- Become a book editor/author/fashion designer/artist/jewelry maker/seller of stuff.
I did go to [my university]! But I switched out of English literature after second year and studied politics and economics instead.
I think this was some sort of publishing program, and I was inspired because my teacher said her friend did it and “walked right into a job in book editing.” However, I no longer feel the need to do this one.
I used to want to be a fashion designer (among other things). An influential person in my life at the time discouraged this, and when I asked why, they said because all fashion designers are weird. (Something like they have skewed priorities and don’t know how to relate to normal people.) I have come to agree.
I was really into art as a kid. I don’t know if I’ll ever get around to this one.
Or this. I still like making jewelry, but not as much as I used to—and that’s okay.
I’ve sold a few pieces of jewelry and miscellaneous hand-sewn items, so I’m going to count this one as done.
Well, that ship has sailed. Lol. #foreveralone
Still possible, and I still want kids… but now I think it’s unlikely to happen exactly as planned 😛
My aunt had a house in the beaches at the time and I thought it was the coolest place ever. For now, though, I’d rather keep traveling.
Still working on it.
I’m not as into drawing anymore, but I did learn to draw hands better, so I’m going to consider this one done. Drawing the Head and Hands by Andrew Loomis was really helpful.
Not done; my sewing is merely adequate. But again, I’ve decided I’d rather pay someone else to do this than put in the time to do it myself.
Curious that I thought to place this in the middle of the list, and not the end, but then I did say “in no particular order.”
Aside from Madrid, I have actually bought clothes in all these places! But I’m not sure why this was so important to me. Maybe because I was obsessed with Trinny and Susannah at the time, and they were always talking about their glamorous shopping spree locations? Anyway, I’m glad to say that I’ve recovered from my burgeoning shopaholism and now actively avoid “sprees.”
I ended up going to Venice as a teenager, and now I don’t feel much need to go back. I’ll call that close enough.
Still a priority, obviously—see 3 things I wish existed—but I fear I may never achieve this one.
Working on it.
Somewhat done (I have edited a few books), somewhat no longer concerned (fashion and jewelry design, owning a boutique), mostly still working on it (editing, writing and art). Overall, I’d say pretty close!
Another page from this journal: an early version of ugly clothes with funny captions.
I cut this out of a magazine (I’m pretty sure it was Town and Country) because I was so offended that anyone would consider $128 a “bargain.” I believe I thought an appropriate price for a watch was $15.
Plus, I thought this looked exactly like a bracelet I had made in my elementary school’s after-4 arts-and-crafts program by stringing beads onto safety pins, as in the tutorial below.
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