Last night, I wrote out a list of things I want to do over the next ten years. I’m turning thirty in a little over four months. I never made a “before-30” list. I feel like I missed out on something. I missed out on the making of a list. It’s not really a bucket list. A bucket list implies that I’m going to die soon. I certainly have no plans on dying before I’m 40, though my weight and family-history of heart disease might say otherwise. At any rate, I’ve decided to do a decade list. Truthfully? I hope to have these things done in the next four or five. If that happens, I’ll make another list. Or I’ll sit at home and wither away, having accomplished everything I could hope to accomplish.
Or maybe not. I don’t know. I’m still hammering out the details.
At any rate, I don’t really want to share my list. I’ll share a bit of general stuff. There are 30 items total. There are some publishing goals on there. There are a lot of travel goals. There are some really off-the-wall goals, most of which are probably less than safe. For some of those, I’ll probably need to find a friend crazy enough to go with me. You know, to keep me from chickening out. There are also a few that have to be done before others. Some prioritizing has to be done.
Anyway, there’s not much point to this. Just thinking about the future.