Next item? Go to a karaoke bar, and sing. In theory, I should kick ass and take names at this. I didn’t accomplish this during my 30-before-30. My only excuse was “I was trying to get (a) tenure (track job). Fun wasn’t part of my equation.” Lame. I know. I have a very complicated relationship … More Well, Can You Feel It?
The title is a reference to a spoken word poem by Mark Grist that I think is extremely cute. It’s called “Girls Who Read”. The item on the 40-before-40 list? Join a bookclub. [Fun side note: my guy is apparently now getting in to reading this blog. I told him about this upcoming post and … More (A Girl) Who Ties Back Her Hair As She’s Reading Jane Eyre
The picture is meant to indicate how I feel about paperwork. It’s a huge task that seems insurmountable. Anyway, here’s one I bet you’d never thought I’d write: Make a will. Most people–myself included–hate thinking about death. In typical “me” form, the only thing I’ve decided is the music (just the prelude): But still: if … More Where There’s a Will…
This will be harder than it should be. Take a vacation. My family is filled with workaholics. We never took vacations. In a total “from the mouths of babes” moment I said at the tender age of eight that we only took road trips when a grandparent was in the trunk (translation: they had been … More Vacation, All I Ever Wanted…
Next item? Get a dog. I have ALWAYS adored dogs. This might actually be a genetic thing. I’ve mentioned before that my extended family is fairly fragmented. However, one thing we ALL seem to have in common is a love for man’s best friend. As a kid I didn’t have an Ariel doll from The Little … More I Love Lucy
Not everything on the 40 before 40 should be fun, right? Get a GP and actually go. I hate doctors. It doesn’t matter the specialty. Growing up I was taught simultaneously to respect, distrust, and avoid them. I think part of that’s because so many family members belong in some way to the medical profession. … More First, Do No Harm
On the to do: get in shape (again?) This may seem like an ambiguously stated goal, and I suppose it is. But let me explain. I’ve never been in “great” shape–like to the point where I would feel confident rocking a barely-there bikini (separate issue: I don’t tan. I burn.). For a long time, THIS … More Get it Right, Get it Tight