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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Contemplative Jenn in Stratford is doing 32 things including…

Get my butt off this chair and do something physical

21 cheers


Contemplative Jenn has written 1 entry about this goal

Unbury the treadmill

Punxatawney Phil saw his shadow and so, at least in these parts, that means six more weeks of winter. Not that the weather (snow, ice, and barely double-digit temperatures) would let us forget it.

Six months ago I lugged my treadmill up from the basement to the bedroom to make the hellish implement more enticing, and to motivate myself to get back on track from a broken toe over a year ago. I figured if I saw it, I would use it, and as fall waned into winter, simply not having to go out in the snow and ice would be enough to get me going. But then holidays impended, and wrapping paper, gifts, and clean laundry found their way onto any flat (or slightly inclined) surface in the one room company never sees. The one small workout towel hung over the handrail attracted others, then artwork from the redecorated bathroom, then a box of books, then more laundry. The monstrosity grew like something out of Close Encounters (sans the mashed potatoes), until any inkling of stepping near, let alone running, walking, even standing, on the treadmill was just a dream. So now, in order to use it, I need to dig it out, which means taking back the bedroom. Not a bad thing, and long overdue, but a weekend project all the same. I have to do this. I will do this. I can’t wait any longer. I cannot let my fitness goals lapse another day. Tomorrow is a work day, but Saturday, dervishing, digging, and discardia will ensue. And first steps on the moving rubber mat will commence and, hopefully, continue. I will do this. I must. I will.

Contemplative Jenn has gotten 21 cheers on this goal.


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