I’ve been seeing on a few blogs this notion of having a list of things to do with the same number of items as the person’s age. So, the older you are, the more shit you have to do (isn’t that always the way?).
In an embarrassingly short amount of time (ok, February 2, but it’s less than 2 months away!), I will turn 33. I know to many of you this still qualifies me as a baby (or worse), but take a moment to reflect back when you were in your thirties and the odometer kept creeping up. I would bet some of the very scarce cash in the economy that you felt just a little freaked out. If you didn’t, well, good for you. Go have a martini and leave me to my momentary ramblings.
So, back to the project thingy. I would presumably have to do 33 things during the year that I am 33. I’ve given some thought as to what exactly would populate this list. I know that I want the items to be attainable – so world peace is out – and quantifiable – so not worrying as much is out. I also want them to be doable – so becoming a doctor or an astrophysicist is really out.
But, can I really think of 33 things that meet this criteria and are meaningful? Maybe thinking of 32 things should be my first item. For those of you are doing it, don’t be surprised if I lurk on over to your blogs to see what your answers are.
One item that I know will not be on the list: getting and staying pregnant. This is not because I think this is unattainable or impossible. It’s just that I don’t want to set myself up for failure if it doesn’t happen or put (even more) pressure on myself to have it work out. And, I want to focus on more non-IF activities, in the event next year is as barren as this year.
Keep an eye on the pages at the top of the site to see if I decide to take the plunge.
(* I should explain the title. Wikipedia has thoughtfully informed me that 33 is the atomic number of Arsenic. I find this strangely hilarious. Further link-clicking reveals that I am currently in the year of Germanium. Good times.)