Tomorrow is the first day of my 40th year. I think. That’s how math works, right? Since you’re technically zero when you’re born? Whatever – math is hard. Anyway….I will be 468 months old (which I will cheerfully inform anyone who has ever told me their child is 26 months).
Here’s the thing…I love birthdays. Fucking love them. Mine, yours, that guy in the restaurant hiding behind his napkin and silently cursing his girlfriend while the waitstaff pretend they want to be singing in public rather than getting high in the parking lot. I am consistently disappointed that we (humans, not just me and the voices in my head) seem to stop finding them important after 21 unless they’re a multiple of 10. I’m guilty of this – life gets busy and boring and the time and the energy to make people feel special on the one day of the year when everyone should wake up and say “well shit, would you look at that? I made it around the sun again without accidentally getting hit by a taxi or falling down a well. FUCK YEAH!” seem impossible to muster. It doesn’t help that as adults we seem hell bent on downplaying the passage of time. Screw that hooey. Yes, somedays being an adult is just dumb. Somedays it just doesn’t seem worth chewing through the leather straps to get out of bed. But we do, and once a year we should get rewarded for doing that 365 times. With cake. And preferably a side of public humiliation.
So, for this particular non-milestone birthday, I had every intention of coming up with a clever 40×40 post outlining 40 things I want to do in my 40th year. An idea blatantly stolen from a blog I read years ago called 36×37.com written by a woman who, you guessed it, had 36 things she wanted to accomplish before turning 37. But the more I thought about it, the more stressed out I got trying to come up with 40 unique items that amused me enough to write about (that wouldn’t land me in jail or get me fired). And I really don’t feel compelled to do the typical stuff one puts on lists like this – go skydiving, swim with sharks, win the Iditarod. So instead I made a list of things I genuinely want to accomplish in the next 12 months. Some are small, some require a little more dedication. Some could end up being wholly boring, some unexpectedly hilarious. This list is intentionally vague and open to interpretation and in some cases will seem really fucking dumb unless you know the back story (which may or may not be provided at a later time for your amusement). No matter what, it will keep me honest because there are at least 4 of you who will publicly take me to task if I make it to month 480 without memorializing my idiocy.
So here goes. In no particular order:
- Keep a plant alive for a whole year. The same plant. All year. This might be the most unlikely item to accomplish.
- Flee the country (I reserve the right to return).
- Eat something really gross that I never thought I’d try.
- Hold sparklers (yes, the kind “we” all played with on the 4th of July as kids) without making a face that screams “holy shitsnacks little baby Jesus, please let me LIVE!”
- Unplug – totally and completely – for at least 48 (consecutive) hours.
- Run a marathon. HA. no. just seeing if you were paying attention. Know what came at the end of the very first Marathon? death.
- Sit in a bar and read What to Expect When You’re Expecting while enthusiastically consuming double martinis. Extra points for taking notes.
- Ask my parents questions about their lives. Their adventures. Their families before they started their own. Pay attention to the expressions on their faces as much as the stories. Write it down.
- Watch the sunrise. Preferably with someone important by my side.
- Road trip. No plans. Fuel, snacks, music. It’s easier to enjoy the sites along the way when you don’t have a destination in the first place.
- Make something I’m proud to take credit for.
- Go to Disney Land with my friends’ kids. See it for the first time through their eyes.
- Finally organize all of the photos saved on all of the drives from all of the digital media that was supposed to make our lives easier but mostly just makes it so I can’t find anything ever.
- Give anonymously for the sake of giving, not for the sake of credit (that one I probably can’t really write about…sorta defeats the purpose).
- Write my 100th SWS post.
- Make time to celebrate others. For birthdays, accomplishments, surviving an arbitrary Wednesday.
- Do that godforsaken map of Manhattan puzzle that’s been sitting on my bookshelf for a year.
- Send more snail mail. There’s nothing better than coming home to something other than junk and bills in the mailbox.
Now comes the really fun part…since I couldn’t even come up with 20 (much less 40) things to do, I’m challenging YOU to suggest (legal) items to add to this list. I reserve the right to call you batshit and say no, but don’t worry, batshit is a term of endearment in my world. Bring it on friends! Expand my horizons. Make me do ridiculous shit for the sake of a good story.
I tried to find a photo of me whacking the sweet bejeezus out of a deranged Snoopy piñata on my 5th birthday, but no such luck. Instead, here’s a picture of my grandmother obviously resisting the urge to push me down a well after a day at Disney Land in 1980.
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19. Sky dive
20. Drink champagne in a hot air balloon
21 join the mile high club
22. Visit the red forest in California
23. Swim in a bioluminescent bay
24. Swim in the dead sea
25. Invent a completely useless item everyone must buy at the checkout line
26. Sleep in an indigenous village in the south pacific
27.visit the Marshall Islands before they sink
28. Ride in and old Cadillac in Cuba before American industries flood the island again
29. Invent a new ice cream sunday
30. Visit a country where you absolutely cannot speak the language and buy something
Some of these might end up on the bucket list rather than the list of things I can actually accomplish in the next 11 months and 21 days, but I love them all the same!
Here are some ideas to add to your list:
– Complete at least one NYT crossword puzzle in ink
– Look up a new word each day in the dictionary and use it in a sentence on your blog
– Piggy-backing on your snail mail – find someone to be pen pals with and keep up correspondence by mail only for the year
– Commit to fully reading a LONG classic book you haven’t read like War and Peace or something
– Go in disguise to somewhere you would be known and see if anyone recognizes you
– Perform karaoke, have someone video it, and publish it on YouTube – see how many hits you get
– Ride a camel or elephant
– Go to a really high end car dealership and test drive a car
– Watch all 100 movies on one of those “Top 100 movies of all time” lists
– Participate in a service project
I LOVE this list!! Except for the karaoke one… bad, bad flashbacks. But that might be a post all on its own! Thanks for the suggestions!
I’ve got 2 tins of Surströmming (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_haw_YDC_zo) to help you with #3. Just make sure you’re outside. And have a bucket handy.
John, I can always count on you to have something incredibly random and potentially hazardous things on hand.