So I'm thirty-eight years old now. My thirties are almost over, and so far, have been pretty sweet. So far in my thirties, I've gotten some nice passport stamps, gone to Broadway shows, made a baby human, gotten tattoos, gone camping, made some fun mistakes--some awesome, some that I'm not proud of. As of today, I have two solid years to round out my third decade.
I had so much fun making this list and am optimistic about making my way through it. I have been a mom the my entire thirties and am excited to focus my list entirely on ME. Not that I don’t love my son, but now that he’s in school after homeschooling I’m like — Oy! How to get to ME?!…and how to get to another baby. I’m grateful for the personal time pause, but I have family hopes and dreams so whatayagonnado.
Each time I check something off my list, I will document it, strike it off the list, blog about it and link it back to this list. A few years ago, I vowed to stop announcing lists of things I planned to do because I rarely made it through the lists. But I'm thirty-eight now. That looks like a grown-up age to me when I see it in print like that. Part of growing up is getting better at the things you suck at, and I am an expert at making lists and revising lists, but truly suck at checking things off lists. I should make a bonus thing on my list-- Be better.
Following is my list of thirty-nine things I plan to do will do before I turn 40.