Well, here I am, just a little over a month from turning 30. It really doesn’t bother me right now to think about, so hopefully I won’t have some massive freak out on my actual birthday.
I’ve been able to check off a few more things from the list:
- New couches. Turns out that I didn’t need new couches. I thought the damage was too much after three years of abuse from the dogs and life at a camp, but I cleaned them up, bought some stuffing at Michaels, and they’re as good as new.
- Participate in a women’s Bible study. During the time that Ben and I were living at the camp, I really felt disconnected from our church, my friends and ministry. Ironic, since we were “ministering” at Camp Gilead. It was the lowest point, I would say, in my spiritual life. I’m so thankful to be re-connected. Now I’m teaching the three-year-old Sunday school class each week, serving as a part of the video announcement ministry and participating in a Bible study. It’s been challenging, but very rewarding.
I updated the original list today. I used the strike-through feature to indicate the things that just aren’t going to happen by my birthday, and used a blue font to indicate the things that are still possible.
Looking at the list that I made almost a year ago, a few thoughts come up:
- I was being completely unrealistic with some of the things I put on the list, mostly because I would have needed some kind of financial backer to be able to do some of the stuff. The likelihood of visiting the Grand Canyon and Key West, going on a hot air balloon ride, getting new couches, taking golf lessons, parasailing, paying back the A/C loan–all while making some major life transitions that threw our already fragile financial stability into turmoil–was never good.
- I was optimistic. There’s nothing wrong with being optimistic. It’s not like the things on the list were do or die. And some of the ones that I’ve accomplished so far have been so rewarding (teaching college classes, paying off a credit card, taking part in a Bible study).
- There’s an interesting mix of regret and lack of regret. I’m a goal-driven person, and I usually reach my goals. I don’t usually set goals that I don’t think I can achieve. A year ago, I would have thought that I’d have this huge sense of failure if I didn’t reach this lofty list of goals. But I don’t. I think that my lack of regret comes from knowing that I still will do the things on this list, just not now. Some of the things on the list that I haven’t accomplished really do make me feel regret. The ones that were “feats of athleticism” like the marathon, duathlon, Ragnar, and bike rides were really ones that I wanted to accomplish. I still plan on doing them all, but they just weren’t in the cards for this year. The learning how to cook, the golf lessons, the parasailing, the tattoo…no big deal.
- Sometimes reaching the goals came about in different ways that I expected. I wanted to get new living room couches. And based on what the couches looked like when we moved from the camp back to our house, most people would have agreed that it was a good goal. But with a good cleaning and the addition of some stuffing, I really was able to make some sad looking couches look really good again. When I said I wanted to buy a really good pair of jeans, I was given two pair.
- I set some goals that, if I had really thought them through, never would have made the list. For instance…reading a nonfiction, challenging book each month. Bottom line: life is too short to make yourself try to do things that you don’t enjoy. I enjoy reading; really, I do. But I don’t like to read heavy stuff. In fact, reading the heavy stuff makes me fall asleep. I like to read magazines. I like to read fiction. It’s important to learn and grow, but forcing myself to do it just to check off something on a list isn’t the way to go about it.










