I've found out that I'm going to have my name on not one but two books coming out next Spring from UNM Press. Both poetry anthologies of sorts -- one a collection from the Voces Program for teens from the National Hispanic Cultural Center, and the other a collection of Slam poems from Albuquerque poets and others here at the National Poetry Slam in 2005.
So I'll have published a book. Check.
Next Spring I'll be taking the exam to become a "certified" planner. That will mean an opportunity to become a project manager at work. So I'll be a real, live community planner for real. Check.
I'm getting married, so I'll be a ... gulp ... wife. Ick. Still sounds horrible even in my mind's back of the throat. Except for the being married to the best partner ever. That part's palatable...
There are things I still want to be, though. A poet, which for me means publishing a poem somewhere "real" where I wasn't a shoe-in.
A teacher, which I'm sure will come in time. Lots of groundwork laid here.
I'd like to be a writer in the morning, maybe a meditation in the morning if I can make that happen. Exerciser? Yogi.
I'd like to ride horses. Read more. Be a mom. Photographer? Researcher.
I want to know more about Native Americans and uranium mining.
Be a cross-cultural mediator.
An author who writes about multiculturalism in place and planning across it. The title: Place & the Politics of Freedom & Inclusion.
I want to be a real-live facilitator. Get hired just to do that.
I want to be ... home right now, cleaning my house.
This weekend, the backyard will get overhauled, and then you know what I'll be?