In December 2007, the boys, Sivin and I sat down to dinner and wrote predictions for ourselves and for each other. Without reading any of them, we put all the slips of paper into a box and we were supposed to open the box at the end of 2008 to see whether our predictions came true.
This is how good we are at procrastinating: we finally opened the box this New Year’s Eve. And the interesting thing is, way more of our predictions came true in 2009 than in 2008. Are we better at looking into the farther-future as opposed to the nearer-future or did the extra year simply increase our chances of getting something right?
Just off the top of my head, these were some of the predictions for me:
I would buy at least two pairs of shoes: Too easy. I’ve bought two pairs of shoes in a day.
I would sponsor a World Vision child: We did. Two, in fact.
Hubby and I would have a major fight: We had our worst ever fight in early 2009.
I would learn to cook: Technically I do know how to. I just suck. If it meant I would cook more, it didn’t happen.
I would cook a meal for the guys: Nope, didn’t happen either.
I would find a close female friend: I think it meant one here in KL. All my closest girlfriends are overseas. And no, that didn’t come true.
Hubby and I would think about starting a family: We talked about it in mid-2009. And decided not to just yet.
I would get pregnant: Less than a month after our talk… well, you know what happened.
Hubby would admit that I was right in front of all the boys: I can’t remember if that actually happened but I must say he’s become a lot more… receptive over the last two years.
Y would become a better husband: Yes. Especially in 2009. After that major fight.
Reading others’ predictions for you tells you a lot about how they perceive you and what they hope for you. There were two predictions on cooking, two on starting a family, at least three on our marriage. These are just ten of them. There were heaps more. And as G said, whether or not they came true didn’t matter, they warmed his heart. And mine.
