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In Need of a Challenge

Ever the planner with lists, I found this idea on Rocketwife's blog.

101 in 1001

When I was about 25, I made a list of things I wanted to do before I was 30. You know, those stupid things your arrogant 20ish self does to your aging 30ish self, not realising that the landscape will have changed in those short 5 years and that includes priorities, goals and well things that will make you happy.

I haven't seen that list since we've got home. I remember a few things that are there I've done, a few things that are there I haven't and the others? Well, I cringe to think at how my smug 20ish self actually thought THAT MUCH could be achieved in 5 years.

When I dig it out, I'll share it here.

Until then, I'll have to get cracking on my new list.

Perhaps I can put a bit more effort into it than my 365 Project?

The road to hell...

Comments

liz said…
I also have a list, but it's things i want to do before i die... gives me more time to procrastinate! ;)
Amy said…
Wow, I'm very flattered that you'll do the challenge because of me! I can't wait to see how it turns out!

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