Sometimes I fantasize of a world in which living out my life list is my job. In my daydream, someone somewhere is willing to pay me to tackle one adventure after the next — and write about it. I travel the world, meet fascinating people, try new things, laugh a lot, and have an incredible time.
Someday. Maybe.
No hurry, actually. I’m 30 years old so I figure I have, what, 100 more years to fit it all in? That sounds doable. 
I wrote it back in 2010, and foolishly “committed” myself to 10 items before my 30th birthday. Sounded like a good idea at the time. In reality, I’ve done 7 so far. And while I resolved to work on the list a little each month of 2013, I’m not in any actual hurry to cross things off. I want to enjoy it. Relish it. That’s why I made the list in the first place. Not to rush through and be “done”.
I’m proud to report that I HAVE made progress so far in 2013. In January, I took a hot yoga class with my supportive, unsuspecting friend, Tena. And I spent some time in February working on the list of Best Picture award winners. I have plans for March. I’ll let you know soon.
- If you have a Life List I’d love to read it. Post a link in the comments or shoot me an email if you’re willing to share. I LOVE reading them.
- Periodically, people have sent me suggestions, recommendations, and links for items on my list. I love that! If you know something I should know about something on this list — tell me!
- Oh – and if you are that someone somewhere I’ve been waiting to hear from with news that you’re willing to hire me as a full-time life lister — call me.
let yourself live, love, and be changed.
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I’m revisiting your list – love it every time I read it. And, have I mentioned, I was once a killer cribbage player, thanks to countless hours spent at Camp Doha in Kuwait? That could be the one I do with you… or Homecoming at West Point. You know I’d love to go up there with you sometime.
Yes!! Either of those! My parents’ families are all about some cribbage, and I’ve never seen it in Arkansas — I assumed it was a Yankee thing