I’m turning 30 in July. Yikes.
Just kidding. Not about turning 30, but about the ‘yikes’ part. I’m not really afraid of aging. I’m not all zen and one with the Universe or whatever, but aging is inevitable. I have enough anxiety without having to also worry about things I have absolutely no control over. I’d rather expend anxiety on all that I have yet to accomplish at this age, a la Marnie from Girls (“I just wish someone would tell me, like, ‘this is how the rest of your life should look.'”) PS, I’m sad that Marnie is the one I identify with on that show, but it is what it is. So, redo:
I’m turning 30 in July.
C’est la vie, indeed. I know it’s the cool thing to make a 30 before 30 list, since, you know, numbers. But I only have until July, and I have a four month old son, so I think ten is pretty damn ambitious. Losing tons of weight isn’t one of them (see: four month old son). Also, skydiving isn’t one of them. Why is skydiving on everyone’s must-do list? I have no interest in falling from the sky, thankyouverymuch.
Anyway, here are my ten goals:
1. Learn to quilt. This includes making a quilt for Jack as a keep sake, as well as hoping like hell that I am not forced to either scrap the entire project or force my son to keep a really busted-looking quilt.
2. Drive a manual. I have tried many times and failed–twice on my dad’s ancient Toyota pick-up, twice in the UK where I was also on the opposite side of the car. A group of drunken Welshmen laughed at me and I almost drove our rental car into the sea.
3. Finish the draft of my current WIP. I have two completed novels under my belt so far, both of which I’ve edited the pants off of but neither of which I feel are publishable. Here’s hoping three’s a charm!
4. Read my most embarrassing gap books. As an English major, book-lover, and writer, I feel a deep shame about some of my reading gaps. For this one, I’d like to read Jane Eyre and at least one thing by both Dickens and Vonnegut.
5. Make pasta from scratch. Or pickle pickles. Essentially, I want to learn to make something new in the kitchen. This one’s pretty broad.
6. Submit to more literary magazines. Pretend that each rejection letter is actually a good thing because it’s thickening my skin.
7. Write letters to five people that I appreciate. Because I love them.
8. Go on a hike with Jack and my husband. Because I love them and I love nature.
9. Zipline. OK, so I don’t want to free-fall from the sky, but I have always wanted to go on a zipline. I have no idea why this interests me, as it simultaneously scares the crap out of me.
10. Get a massage. I’ve had one before–once!–and I loved it. I keep meaning to do it again, but then I never do. I figure if I put it on my list, I have to get another one on or before my 30th birthday. This one will surely be the most difficult. Poor me.
Can she do it all? Stay tuned to find out!
Have you ever made a bucket list like this? How did you fare?