1. Figure out the secret to getting eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. I'd like to finally know what it feels like to be well-rested in 2016.
2. Drive on the left side of the road. First stop: The Hunter Valley. Alas, it's not coming to me. Therefore, I must conquer my fear of turning into the wrong lane and drive like the wind.
3. Continue to explore Australia. Topping my to-go-to list: Hobart, The Gold Coast, Uluru
4. Finish my second book, a collection of essays I wrote during my year in South Africa
5. Meet a reason to give up gay hook-up apps. If he happens to be from Asia or Eastern Europe, paydirt!
6. Get published in The New York Times
7. Cross at least one of these places off my travel bucket list: Seoul, Reykjavik or the Great Wall of China
8. Dive into my better-late-than-never must-still-see-TV list: Mad Men, Breaking Bad, House of Cards…
9.. Return to the scene of the crime for the first time in six years. Yes, I'm talking about New York City.
10. Stop feeling guilty about relationships that have fallen by the wayside. It takes two to make or break a friendship/kinship or keep one going.
11. Skydive. Seriously. And I have Bridge of Spies on Qantas's in-flight entertainment menu to thank for the most unexpected urge of 2015. Watching a CIA guy eject himself from a crashing plane only to land in hostile Russian territory during the 1950s Cold War actually sort of made me want to jump out of a plane myself… preferably one that's not on fire.
12. Stop thinking about him… As James Taylor once sang, I've got to stop thinking about that.
13. Become a dad... or adopt a dog… or get a guinea pig.
14. On-the-job goal: Find a way to keep up with the Kardashians without making the messengers seem as mindless as what they're covering.
15. Allow myself to be more vulnerable. I'm romantic, idealistic, and I feel more deeply than the average person, but only those in my innermost circle would ever know that there are so many layers underneath the steely facade. In the last few months, I've had two very good friends tell me it's time to start dismantling the fortress around my heart... and I agree.
16. Succumb to my most superficial impulses and do a nude photo shoot (something a lot less low-budget than the one my first boyfriend Derek did on the roof of his apartment building in Hell's Kitchen in 1993). I may look better now than I did at 24, but let's face it: Gravity is only going to hold out for so much longer.