This was the hype a few years back: make a list of 30 things to do before you turn 30 list. 30 before 30. That name always bothered me. Actually, it infuriates me. Why would my list of adventurous undertakings end when I turn 30? Why the ridiculously early expiration date? Does this mean I'll have to store my backpack in the attic, where, years later, it will be discovered by my children. An antique covered in dust. They'll wonder to each other, "was their mother really a...hippie of some sorts? Did she go places? Do fun stuff? Surely not. Not this old decrepit woman who makes me eat vegetables." Does it mean that when I'm thirty my age will sentence me to a life of normalcy. Will my husband steer me towards the kitchen and say, "Hon, I'm hungry. I sure could use a sandwich." (Oh sweetheart, wherever and whoever you are, we both know this is a comical situation, and very unlikely to go down in our household, as you well know.)
So with my list I've put no age limit. Nor will I think that marriage or family means the end of my conquering of the list. (Neither should you!) My list changes. Frequently. But that is the beauty of it. It's not supposed to make me feel like a failure when I become overwhelmed at trying to accomplish everything, or too old, or too poor. I hope that instead it will spur me on towards continually discovering the wonderment the world and all her cultures hold. A challenge of sorts. Not one to wave in front of friends like showing off a passport that has been tattooed with stamps. A challenge to myself. To dream aloud, to create art, and be surrounded by beauty.
So no, my list isn't supposed to make me look fantastically creative. It was created with the notion that life begins in the unknown, outside of comfort. I can challenge my preexisting thoughts, expectations, and ideas about people, cultures, food, bathrooms, and what have you.
If you don't have a list, make a list. Let it encourage you to live life boldly and with a childlike curiosity.
Gotta Go. Gotta Do.
Read an original poem at an open mic night.
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Scotland
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Paris, France
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Lake Como, Italy
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Cambridge, Oxford, London, Bath, Cliffs of Dover, England
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Neuschwanstein Castle, Germany
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Complete my masters.
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Figure out what I want my masters in.
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Buy something for myself at Tiffany’s
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Arnensee Lake, Switzerland
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Learn how to jar pickles.
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Take a ballet class.
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Rock of Cashel, Ireland
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Perform in a play.
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Go surfing.
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Learn to make Granny’s Red Velvet Cake
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Sweden
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Prague, Czech Republic
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Krabi, Thailand
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India
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New Zealand
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Master another language.
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Cape Town, South Africa
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Hug a redwood.
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Norway
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Cambodia
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Maui, Hawaii
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Dresden, Germany
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Write for a travel magazine.
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And if that doesn't inspire you, then perhaps this?
I should start a list... including the things I've already did that wanted to do 10 years ago to feel accomplished and for motivational purposes! :)
ReplyDeleteI read your list and the only one that made me repeat it out loud was: "jar Pickles?" and then I realized who was writing and the whole list made perfect sense! All things I could see you doing....hugging a redwood, while you eat a home-jarred pickle and contemplate what to get your masters in. :)
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