I’ve learned that twenty-five has a much different vantage point when you’re in it and not looking forward to it. As a little girl, I always dreamt of twenty-five not as a year, but as the year. I’d be married, published, with child and with my name in lights.
Other than published, the rest I most certainly am not. And that’s okay. I do, however, have regrets of letting my dolphin trainer pipe dream go. Honestly, is there anything cuter than this?
Rather than sit here and lament, I thought I’d give the finger to my childish misinterpretation of age and find twenty-five other things to tackle this year instead. As I check them off the list (and believe me, I plan to), I will link to a post detailing the highs and woes.
I’m already 18 days into my twenty-fifth year, so let’s get listing:
- Cook a turkey.
- Visit a new country.
- Learn to knit.
- Read twenty-five books.
- Purchase a designer accessory or piece of clothing.
- Go white water rafting.
- Run a 10K.
- Submit at least one piece for publication. Whether it is accepted or not is of no consequence.
- Go to a music festival.
- Take a cooking class.
- Craft my own Christmas cards.
- Reclaim an old piece of furniture.
- Learn to [finally] play guitar.
- Practice mindfulness meditation.
- Take up a new sport.
- Buy a bicycle.
- Ride in a hot air balloon.
- Join a writing group.
- Get a makeover.
- Perfect the art of Eggs Benny.
- Have a tea leaf reading done.
- Finish a jigsaw puzzle. (Anja, this one’s for you.)
- Explore Northern Saskatchewan.
- Buy an SLR camera and learn how to use it.
And there you have it: a list fit for a Type A.
I’d love to hear of any “life lists” (bucket or otherwise) you’ve been keeping. My suggestion: get it out into the blogosphere and make yourself accountable for your future.
…now all that’s left is to start.