I'm doing 24 things
7 to go.
Clytie's Life List
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1. melt the ice.
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2. Make love.
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3. take my first trip abroad.
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4. Give blood
1 entry . 1 cheer3,021 people -
5. mo' yoga.
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6. write more love letters
1 entry144 people -
7. stay clean
1 entry . 1 cheer65 people -
8. quit biting my nails
1 entry358 people -
9. should have had a V8
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10. get better at Spanish
35 people -
11. take a vacation
1 entry518 people -
12. another year without soda.
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13. get a puppy
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14. pay back those lovely student loans.
1 entry1 person -
15. finish off my credit card and shred it.
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16. get married
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17. learn to shoot a gun
483 people -
18. learn to drive a motorcycle
331 people -
19. parasailing
57 people -
20. scuba diving
194 people -
21. buy a new camera
2 entries216 people -
22. sky diving
1 entry310 people -
23. Buy a House
1 entry14,059 people -
24. pray
1 entry296 people
Recent entries
all my thoughts have been indirectly directed to the little cycle of “what ifs”—yet i seem to find it all the more entertaining each time it happens.
i find myself wondering: had my experiences been different, could i have been an optimist? or was it somehow destined, preordained, that i would be cynical and hopelessly pessimistic? that has plagued me for longer than i can remember; or whenever i start thinking in those states of mind people have a lot more often than i do. i’m not the type of girl to believe in predestination, but i could never imagine myself to be an optimist.
it suggests to me, as it always has; the necessity of icky teenage memories, people who i (out of the stupidity of being young) let hurt me and self-destructive cycles, because i think that they have positively changed me so much more than any favorable event ever could. the future that i will probably have should probably scare me, but it doesn’t.
Make that 12 lbs to go.
Dear sesame chicken and cheese wontons, my ill fitting clothes thank you for your absence, but my soul misses you…
<3,
Me.
