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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HistoryDude in Chicago is doing 7 things including…


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HistoryDude has written 1 entry about this goal

And he cried, too...

As the winter slowly recedes from the landscape, I see the mottled brown-gray grass that constitutes my backyard. It has been bereft of the sight of the sun for so long, but not of the memory. Soon it shall return, grow, and prosper.

Outside my window this past week, flying above the yard, I have enjoyed the sight and sound of a lost seagull. In the waning winter of mid-Michigan, in the heart of our small city, we are rarely treated to the sound of the sea…once so familiar to those of us who traveled here from afar. It is the first time that I have ever seen a seagull here, and I am struck by how sad it makes me feel.

Days go by. It rains, it snows, and the sometimes even the sun peeks through the opacity of the gray. The seagull disappears, but never for long. When he returns, his arrival is harkened by the same bleak cry of longing…regret. Today he simply stood on my back porch stoop, and cried out into the gray. As much as one can attempt to (foolishly) detect emotion in a different species, I sense his confusion when he sits on the other side of the glass and peers in at me. I wonder if his cries are jubilation for his newfound occupation, floating above and exploring my dead backyard, or if he is secretly crying out to the faraway sea in the hopes that someday it might answer him, and he can find his way home.

I am haunted by the simple power of this lonely seagull in the city, and hope that he soon finds what it is that he is looking for. Maybe soon I’ll find what I’m looking for, will return to where I need to be, will grow, and will prosper.

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