I'm doing 15 things
I am fortunate to get a work assignment to Europe this late fall. I look at the map and think “I can go anywhere, where do I want to go?” And while I’ve done some major traveling, this town really captivates me for the reasons I mentioned in my first post. On one hand if feels so cliche because everyone likes it so I don’t feel unique and like “just another American tourist”, but it is like stepping into another world for a bit. So I will go again, but this time I really wish I would have someone to travel with, it’s so romantic and it’s tiring always being alone. I’ve thought of moving there too. Ahhh.
cellogal's Life List
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1. figure out what i want to do with my life
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2. make close friends
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3. return to paris
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4. learn to improvise on my cello
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5. carve stone
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6. spend an afternoon painting
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7. sell my photographs
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8. read every book I own
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9. get out of cube-ville forever
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10. teach people about the world
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11. Be confident
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12. eat all the produce in my fridge before it gets moldy
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13. get rid of a lot of my stuff, I have too many old letters and memorabila, it's a burden.
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14. visit Barcelona
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15. teach peace
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How I did it
It made me
feel better 
How I did it: I don't know if I am done or taking a break, but when I returned from vacation I realized I didn't want to return. I am not where I want to be yet, but I know the answers are inside me. Read how I did it…
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I seem to gather books for reading ‘when I have time’, but that time never comes, or some new sensational novel crosses my path before I can go through my bookshelf to grab a dusty book I had wanted to buy for one reason or another. I’ve now made a “read this summer pile” to start, but there are still so many left on the shelf.
I spend my days in a small cubicle, no one but me. Everyday is the same. I have lost who I am and it’s getting harder to imagine who I can become. Only a few more months and I will be vested in the pension so then I can quit, but for what? Will I have the courage to find a job and life outside of a box?
