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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New Isabella vaya con Dios...

go to church on Easter
When I was a child, Easter Sunday was always my favorite day to go to church...

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I would go to church with my mother, dressed up in a fancy new dress with a hat and white gloves. The church was always crowded, the Easter lilies were beautiful, and my favorite part was the music. I loved the joyful sounds of the trumpets and the Alleluia’s.

After my mother died, I gradually drifted away from church, and stayed away until about 5 years ago. When I first started going back, I cried often, especially on Easter Sunday, which was quite embarrassing and uncomfortable. I figured out that was grieving for my mother, and I kept going. I learned to carry lots of kleenex with me, although lately I’ve been getting careless. The tears still come back from time to time, especially on Easter Sunday, but now they don’t last, and the joy has returned. Yesterday we had a timpani soloist up in choir loft to add a booming note to the trumpets and alleluia’s. The music was great, and I am grateful to be back.


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