What I Learned In 2006

What I learned from the Octopus Resort: Everything is going to be all right.

What I learned from the octopus I saw at the Octopus Resort: being inconspicuous and being fabulous are not mutually exclusive.

What I learned from the Maple Lodge: Sometimes it just all comes together.

What I learned from G Funk: If something feels too good to be true, then it is.

What I learned from Sharon: Get out of your head, and into your dance space.

What I learned from my stripper: Cops don’t usually bust thirty-something Sunday brunches for noise complaints at two in the afternoon.

What I learned from my going-away parties: the best people make you cry the most.

What I learned from Katherine: Not everyone is going to understand why you have to do what you have to do.

What I learned from Calin: Learning the other side of the story is devastatingly illuminating.

What I learned from A.: My good housing karma never leads me astray.

What I learned from Prom: I look super good in goomie bracelets.

What I learned from Jill: Sometimes there’s just no reason.

What I learned from living the backpacker lifestyle: you can never have too many plastic ziplock bags.

What I learned from Cherie: There’s such a thing as love at first sight.

What I learned from this blog: The internet is comprised mainly of beautiful women.

What I learned from Jessica: Be your art.

What I learned from my sister: Liking and loving are not the same thing, but it’s nice when you can do both.

What I learned from tea: it is yummy.

What I learned from Deirdre and Nahum: Making new friends is easy and fun!

What I learned from Kelly: it’s not just me.

What I learned from Tracy: it is generally better to live as big as possible.

What I learned from the Southern Cross: occasionally I will drink up to half a glass of champagne at a time and live to tell the tale.

What I learned from the beach: look out past the rocks to the water until you feel better.

What I learned from Wellington: don’t bother putting product in your hair.

What I learned from Introduction To Tribal: practice practice practice.

What I learned from my pack: put things back in the same place every time.

What I learned from Angela: It just keeps getting better, if you let it.

What I learned from Fidel’s: a trim hot chocolate and a roasted veggie panino, when combined with your paper journal, a good book, and that Morcheeba album, are balm for a multitude of ills.

What I learned from the Pill: my real, horrid skin was just lurking under my nice but hormonally-induced complexion for all those years.

What I learned from my grandmother: it’s okay to just be tired of it all.

What I learned from New Zealand: one develops a taste for awesomeness.