I’ve spent alot of years in the blogosphere, spewing my college minded rambles all over the internet and keeping up on the lives on dozens of people I knew only through their words and making some notes of my own for the benefit of no one but myself. Recently, as I lurked through my usual selections of websites, I came across a list. The idea was inspiring. I had been wanting to do something out of the ordinary, out of my comfort zone, and a list of my own seemed to be a good idea.
I have a boyfriend who is all I have ever wanted. I have a good job and a nice roof over my head. I own nice things and my bank account has a heathly balance for one of the first times in my life. I’m happy and so very comfortable. I’m settling in, you might say. If I’m completely honest, I have to tell you that my life has stagnated a bit. I can’t say I’m not enjoying my rut but the familiars of the everyday often lack the passion and excitement I sometimes crave. I want a hobby. I want something to feel passionate about. I want stories to tell my children.
I made a list because I want more from my life.
Once I had settled on the idea, I had to define to parameters. Not too many items, a reasonable deadline, choices that had a purpose in mind. I wanted to fill my list with things I had never done and I think I’ve done a damn good job. 750 days to finish 75 tasks. 2 years and 20 days and I’ll log it all right here.
I start May 22nd, wish me luck!