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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pinkcadi1962 My Anam Cara, with whom I could not live without.

be unforgettable (read all 25 entries…)
I so, wanted this day to go away

9/11. What good could come of it? so, I made busy..
but as the day went on..and I logged onto to Face Book…
“Where were you on 9/11?”
was a post after post, after post…
It wasn’t 9/11 I thought of at that point..I could tell you where I was that day…what I thought about, that I am know raising a child,that does not know that is but from my memory of which she will recall it…
I recalled, being annoyed, as aunts and my grandmother, re told Pearl Harbor…
And I was angry at myself, for not thinking of them as woman, and mothers…wives….that they too, rubbed their swollen bellies, scared, wondering,when Pearl Harbor happened, if husbands would see unborn children..if brothers would be uncles and sisters would be aunts….They talked, sometimes endlessly….I know why they did now…I wish, more than I ever I knew it before


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