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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It would be too much
if I told you of the poison
I ate, I drank, I put

directly into
my veins, to stop this pain and
only made myself

hurt more. To share the
trail of loathing I took ‘til
love found me. It makes

no sense and to patch
it up and make a path of
it only confuses

this hard won present.
It’s not who I am anymore.
It’s dark and sad and

I regret returning
there. I am love now and
I was then even

though I was told I
wasn’t and everyone else
was except for me,

that I should feel I
don’t deserve it and should
accept some fakery

instead and be grateful,
be ecstatic for each toss
of dirt covering

my grave while I still
live. Though beckoned constantly,
I backed away from

that volcano, and
never want to look again
at it’s crumbling edge. 3 years ago

LisaOn a warmer day

On a branch, I see
you; I observe. I can’t stop
grinning, my cheeks tight

and eyes crinkled shut.
You’re laughing and kiss me a
million times until

I’ve fallen on the
changing leaved ground. You tickle
me for minutes and

then we roll down the
hill towards the apple tree,
tangled and satisfied. 3 years ago

Lisa 3 years ago

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