It’s been staring me in the face, that 36 before 36 list. Not because I feel I’ve failed, but just because it’s time to retire it and move on with things. I’m happy to to do that but first, let’s take a look at some of the goals that were never met, either by chance or by choice. (What did get accomplished? Click here.)
Okay, so these things didn’t happen.
- Get a job that makes me happy (even if it takes a few tries) – I am not focusing on getting a job right now, unless you count being a wife and mom which, in that case, I’m very, very happy!
- Organize my entire postcard collection – they’re packed away somewhere in this house, or maybe on my bookshelf? Er…the basement? Obviously, unpacking and nesting became the priority, not organizing my postcards.
- Sell my entire Strawberry Shortcake collection of dolls and collectibles on Ebay – they’re the last link to my childhood (I’m very attached to them) and also being stored in my parents’ attic over a thousand miles away.
- Be debt-free (even if only for a short time) – IT HAPPENED! For two weeks in early November, albeit after my birthday, it happened! But then my dental insurance hit a snafu and, well…out of pocket expenses. Refund is forthcoming.
- Learn to accept myself as everyone else already has (for better or for worse) – I, like most other human beings, have self-esteem issues. We’ll continue to work on this one.
- Visit Wichita Mountain National Wildlife Refuge – we all got busy and then it got cold outside. For the time being, Wichita Mountain is not going anywhere.
- See a buffalo in the wild – I have these grand fantasies that a buffalo will just walk up to me and allow me to touch its head ever so gently while someone takes a photograph of this moment (mountains and sunrise in the background, the animal’s breath visible in the cool morning air). Honestly, I’d be happy just seeing one from afar, the way I get when a Clydesdale walks past me in a parade. I don’t care how I see one, I just want it to happen.
- Write something really, really good and submit it for publication. If I’m rejected, submit it somewhere else – for the first time in my life as a college student, a professor criticized my writing. I was insulted and then realized he was right. I have things to learn.
- Make homemade ice cream – I was busy making delicious brownies and quiche and pot roasts, so forgive me if our ice cream came from cartons purchased at Braum’s.
- Instruct less, participate more – I’m a mom, therefore I’m a nag. I’m getting better at it, I hope. For my kid’s sake.
- Learn to walk in heels – Ha! I’m still trying to get used to wearing socks and real shoes now. Oklahoma isn’t exactly bursting at the seams with flipflop weather.
- Get rid of the chip on my shoulder – to be quite honest with you, I don’t even know for sure what that chip is so I cannot fix it. We’ll label this one In Progress.
- Learn to breathe and just enjoy – my brain is not hardwired for this and the stress of everyday life has caused my jaws to clench so tightly when I sleep that my face feels like it’s breaking the next morning. Instead, I’m just going to rewrite this goal as “drink a sufficient amount of wine before bed and hope for the best…”.