When my hard drive crashed over Thanksgiving break and showed the ominous Blue Screen of Death, I lost lots of my personal documents...but not this one. I'm up to about 70, with only half a dozen crossed off...there's a long way to go. Sometimes I look at them and wonder if I'll ever get them done. After all, I've already botched several, and there are others, beyond my control, that I have no guarantee of. Some are wistful thinking. Some mean more to me than anything else. I figured it would be good to go through and remind myself of what's waiting beyond this next Issues paper...the one menacing me from the kitchen table.
100 things to do before I die...
38. Take ethnic cooking lessons from a master chef. 55. Skyboard. 3. Dive off of the coast of Australia. 43. Fund my mom's orphanage in Africa. 53. Own a motorcycle. Just like dad. 67. Spend a summer at Rosario. 61. Take an automechanics class. 6. Travel--New Zealand, Ireland, Greece. 20. Snowboard off some crazy big mountain. 64. Be more outgoing and stifle the reticence already/be unshy(that's a real word). 56. Do a photojournalism project in the slums of India. 18. Never again take a college class "just for fun." 19. Take a college class just for fun. 68. Publish some poetry. 30. Get my private pilot's license. 60. Take off for a few months in the mountains and "survive." Just because. 46. Blaze through my MCAT. 72. Learn to fly. 37. Learn ballroom dancing. 53. Become fluent in Spanish.
Of course, some are ridiculous. I will never be able to fly. But that doesn't mean I don't want to.
Speaking of want, I'm so exhausted that I'm really not sure if I'll be able to wake up and trudge to the pool when my alarm goes off at 5:50 in the morning. Luckily, Mr. Benge is a forgiving sort of taskmaster. Perhaps if I take a nap now...
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