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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Isis_X

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Isis_X's Life List

  1. 1. Save money
    16,491 people
  2. 2. Work more
    61 people
  3. 3. Look for a job in new york
    1 person
  4. 4. look for a place in new york
    1 person
  5. 5. be a better listener
    789 people
  6. 6. Have less desires
    1 person
  7. 7. get writing published
    6 people
  8. 8. Donate money to charities
    1 person
  9. 9. rid myself of worldly possessions
    1 person
  10. 10. Read On The Road
    20 people
  11. 11. Memorize my poetry
    1 entry
    1 person
  12. 12. perform on def jam poetry
    3 people
  13. 13. write a book
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  14. 14. Perform more poetry
    1 person
  15. 15. Play more guitar
    280 people
  16. 16. Keep in touch with family
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  17. 17. Meditate
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  18. 18. Eat healthier
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  19. 19. Exercise more
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  20. 20. Move to Brooklyn
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  21. 21. Write more
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  22. 22. Submit more writing
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  23. 23. Smoke less
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    219 people
  24. 24. Read more
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  25. 25. get my drivers license
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    5,141 people
  26. 26. learn to drive
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  27. 27. Get over her
    159 people
  28. 28. Forgive her
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    15 people
  29. 29. get another tattoo
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Memorize my poetry
words

All I have in this world to live for, to hope for, to want for, are words. Words are the reason I am leaving for New York. I feel like I could find my words there. Words that would make a difference, that would change the world, heal the ancient wounds in us all. Words that would incite positive action, spread love, soothe babies, stroke lovers, save nations, and give me some purpose for the stirring in my soul. So I am going where my heart is pulling. And the only things keeping me from being a truly great poet is disclipline. I have not yet mastered memorization. Yes, I understand how pathetic this is. Sometimes I find myself under the stern gaze of the audience, desperately groping for the words inside my mind, hoping my performance does not reflect my lack of preparation. This will be unacceptable in New York, where the scene is alive and hungry. In order to make it there, I must be dedicated. And since it is really all I have, there is no excuse for anything less than excellence. So with all this new available time on my hands, I can devote it to writing, memorizing and perfecting the poetic flow, the cadence, the rhythm of spoken word.



Get a grey kitten (read all 2 entries…)
Mewsik to my ears

His name is Mewsik. Sometimes I sit in silence while he sleeps just staring at him. This little gray fur ball, weighing no more than a pound, had saved me from tremendous sadness. After the breakup I was only seeking a companion to stave off the lonliness of an empty bed, and I found him. And for something so young and tiny, he is full of life, constantly climbing and tackling. How can anyone be sad in the presence of an adorable kitten? Its damn hard, I’ll tell you. And I couldn’t be happier. Even now I am only writing this to distract myself from noticing the slow passage of time. All I want is to run home to him. And while he is all gray, he has still managed to bring back the color to my life. I’m glad I found my Mews.



move to brooklyn
New York dreaming

New York is all I think about now, when thoughts of her are kind enough to give me leave of their daunting presence. I dream of the grafitti scrawled, broken down buildings where racist conditions gave birth to a beautiful brown revolution called Hip Hop. I dream of culture clad youth clinging to concrete streets crafted into a home. I dream of changing seasons, bathing in faceless tides of people, fading into the anonimity of the crowd, losing myself to find something greater in the hustle and bustle of each skin prickling moment of actual living. Since I was a preteen with overgrown fantasies of a life as a famous columnist, respected author, and acclaimed poet, I knew that New York was the place for me. Certainly it is the place for people watching, as we writer types tend to do obsessively. Its like we are constantly searching for whatever that thing is that connects us with the rest of humanity. It is a very self involved kind of work, maddening really. But I wanted it desperately, all cliches included. Give me the coffee shops for psuedo intellectuals and self proclaimed life artists! Give me the filthy subways laced with unstable, bouisterous bums! Give me the pizzas, bagels, and hots dogs that could only taste that good because it was sizzled in some glorious brand of New York seasoning that has kept America happily obesed for years! Give me days and nights in the blistering cold sucking down $7/pack cigarettes, vowing under my frozen breath to quit the damn things! Give me the rude strangers, middle eatern taxi cab drivers, poverty, chaos, and all the wretched beautiful splendor the place has to offer! Of course I’ve never been, not even for a brief visit, but a girl could certainly dream. And if there was anything I was good at, it was concocting a good dream.



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