Dear 43 Things Users,

10 years after introducing 43 Things to the world, we have decided we have met our last goal: completing the incredible experience that has been 43 Things. Please join us in giving one last cheer to all the folks who have shared their goals with the world, as well as all the people who have worked at The Robot Co-op to build this incredible website. We won a Webby Award, published a book, and brought happiness to a lot of people.

Starting today, 43 Things users can export their goals and entries from the site. Starting August 15, we will make the site “read only”. 43 Things users will still be able to view the site and export their content, but we won’t be taking any new content from users. We hope to leave the site up for folks to see and download their content until the end of the year. Ending on New Year’s Eve takes us full circle.

It has been a long ride (one of our original goals was to "build a company that lasts at least 2 years” - we beat that one!) While we wish the site could live on, it has suffered from a number of challenges - changes in how people use the site, the advertising industry, and how search engines view the site. We wish the outcome was different – but we’ve always been realistic about when our goals are met and when they aren't.

As of today, you will be able to download your goals and entries. See more about that on the FAQ page. Thanks for 10 great years of goal-setting and achieving.

- The Robots.

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mudlarksmile wants to tell stories

Say the hell with everyone that has hurt me. It's in the past and no longer matters. (read all 3 entries…)

i think i’m one of those ‘highly sensitive people’. sometimes i don’t want to be, but there it is, it’s a part of me that i’m tired of arguing with because at the end of the day, i look in the mirror and sometimes feel like i hate myself. there is just too much thinking and reflecting…

maybe it’s not (some) people that have hurt me, but it’s me. delusions; imagining that i’m being attacked, when… people are just people. -we don’t mean to hurt or cause pain towards others, but we do… and maybe i just have to keep telling myself that it’s okay.. don’t cry over spilt milk.

i find it hard to trust some (if not most) people, other than my family. even with a few friends who call me their ‘best friend’, deep down inside, there is a feeling of loathe and despise. when i’m not with them, it plays in my head, the things they’ve said or done that have hurt me. when i’m with them, these feelings seem to fade away; when i leave, they’re all back again.

of course, the easiest thing i could do is to confront… but i’m afraid of two things: i’ll burst into a bubble of tears, or i’ll just burst.


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