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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kaleidoscopelady 2 years ago

kaleidoscopeladyopening wounds

There was an explosion of hatred and drama from my ex on the 5th. I’ve heard barely a word since save a few incomprehensible text messages.

I know well enough that he is on a bender…heroin or booze or both or who knows what.

At first I was relieved by the silence, his outbursts make my skin prickle. I am especially weary of the drama and my own place in this horrid cycle.

Now, with nary a call even to speak with the kids I am starting to wonder, worry and grow a bit irritated.

His mother tries to remind me that he is ill, depressed and this is just a cycle, brought on by seasonal change or stressful work situations. I honestly have to bite my tongue not to lash out at her, but it is, after all, her son, I get it, sort of.

I’m reflecting this morning, I think, I feel the same way sometimes, dear…helpless and hopeless, frightened and self loathing. I feel that way often, especially lately, everything is falling apart on the surface. Giving up isn’t an option, walking away from the kids isn’t an option.

I’ve tried very hard to put myself into a mindset of inner peace and being present, it’s a daily struggle to do so while my heart weighs heavy.

I am coming ‘round to realizations daily and that is certainly a joyous and powerful thing. I hesitate to put too much emphasis/fantasy power on what monetary stability would really bring though living in poverty is certainly a huge physical stress at the moment.

I felt absolutely obscene when J’s mother treated us all out for a nice dinner. It felt so wrong to be spending that much money on dinner and I felt so out of place among those that choose to use this luxury.

Not really sure where to go from here. 2 years ago

Bente2012 2 years ago


I cried at my volunteerjob. When I was in a conversation with one of the clients, he was escorted out of the building by a security guard because he is no longer aloud to take part in the project.
It shocked me so much I cried a little when my superior came to talk to me about it. I felt unprofessional and weak but at the same time: I let out what I was feeling, I opened up. 2 years ago


I am so scared of sharing personal information.

I told a colleague I cut my own hair. Normally I think hard to name a hairdresser/salon name where I supposedly got a haircut :)
One step forward I’d say. 2 years ago

seasonsoflove 2 years ago

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