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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Erica Lonesome

I'm doing 15 things
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make a living working at a job where i don't have to get up until 10 (AM).
from 3 to midnight...

i used to work at a theater in new york as a dresser. i had to be to work between 2 and 3 in the afternoon. it was lovely. we worked getting things ready until the show started, ran the show, did laundry and repairs afterwards and got out around midnight. on some wednesday nights we would go dancing at a bar called Salsa y Salsa. it was fantastic. i didn’t know now to salsa or merengue and i still don’t but the men would whisk you around the floor and all you had to do was follow. then we would go to the hookah bar and have a breakfast of falafel and hummus. and i would drag home and get to bed as my roommate was getting up for work. 7 hours of sleep and right back at it. so i know… this is mostly about the activities and not the hours, but i never could have done it if i worked 9-5.

not be so tired of living
sometimes i'm so pathethic...

you can ignore this entry. it’s only for myself and when i forget that there are other people in the world. i’m hoping that when i see it here i’ll be so embarrassed that i’ll stop acting like a dumbass and get going.

Write in my journal on a weekly basis
i can only remember the anguish...

i have journals going back to when i was in the 6th grade. and they all have the same thing in common the same thing in common—longing for something that i do not have. it makes me kind of sad. all of my entries, going back to when i was 12, are about wishing my life was different than it was. when i was 12, i didn’t want to leave public school for catholic school. when i was 16 it was wishing i was smarter and more popular. when i was 22 it was wishing i was a better actress. when i was 26 it was wishing the person i loved loved me. much of the pain was of my own doing, because i am sometimes selfish, and self centered and irrational. but now things are good. at 30 i’m starting to learn things i couldn’t or wouldn’t before. and for some strange reason, i have not urge to document it. i know it’s sill to force myself to do something i have no inclination to do but when i’m 34 (or 64) i would like to remember the good things and not just the bad.


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