On Failing, in List Form

For my 30^th birthday year, I decided to give myself a list of things to do/make/buy to celebrate. I called it the “30 for 30.” Some of these were things I’d never tried; some were things I hadn’t done in a long time. I gave myself a year, thinking that it couldn’t be that hard to do 30 simple things in one year.

 

I failed.

 

I know, it’s still November, and technically I still have time, but I also am realistic in knowing my limitations. Especially for the items that require cash – with impending car repairs (or possibly just a new car totally), I’m intensely interested in saving where I can. A lot of these items are just a matter of making time, sitting down, and actually doing it. I can rejoice in the fact that I finished eight (and gave up on loosing 10 pounds, which pleased the boyfriend).

 

I have to thank the Slackmistress, for suggesting the last item on the list: to not be disappointed if I don’t finish the list. It’s true. It’s not great, but then again, my life is far from over. Besides, what have I accomplished this year?

• Moved to San Francisco

• Bought all new furniture

• Made some amazing friends

• Met a handsome, wonderful boy, who thinks I’m tops

• Learned how to be alone, and how to socialize

So I’m going to keep the list up, but now it’s just a list of things I want to do someday. No time limits, no boundaries, just fun.

I killed my boyfriend and stole his socks

Also, I post unflattering pictures of him on the internet.