It has come to my attention (and when I say that, it sounds like I forget this…but trust me, I don’t often forget that I am FIVE years away from 30!) that I’ll be 30 soon. And by soon, I mean in 5 years. 5 years. That’s crazy mess. My best friend Misti bailey (mistibailey.wordpress.com) and I decided to write a “30 before 30” bucket list. Here are mine. I hope you approve, and that you’ll join me for a few…or more. Or arrange for me to do a few of these. Either way, it works.
*Disclaimer: So…I don’t actually have 30 things listed. I couldn’t come up with the last few, so I’m a little off on the number—but you get the idea.
See the Avett Brothers, live.
I’m a big fan of the Avett Brothers, and I love a good concert—I just haven’t been to one in a while. And I’ve never seen the Avett Brothers, shockingly enough. So that’s one thing I’d like to do in the next five years.
Read all of The Chronicles of Narnia.
I think the problem with this is that I start with the publishing order, instead of the order Lewis wanted them to be read in…which means I read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and remember how good it is…and want to just re-read it instead of going on to the next book.
Learn how to make a cheesecake from scratch…and do it.
I like to bake—I’m just not the best baker. But cheesecake is my favorite dessert…besides funfetti. And I’m determined to perfect this one.
Write, and be published.
Even if it’s on a dotcom website. Even if it’s just an article. I don’t want to be a starving artist, and I’m not an aspiring novelist, but I figure my affair with words should be put to good use.
Spend a year working, at a real job.
This one should be attainable, soon. It will be the first time in twenty-one years that I haven’t been in school. I’m a little sad, thinking about it.
Go to a Greek Festival in a city where I live.
I have lived in two cities with fantastic Greek festivals…and have never been. This has to change, and soon.
Consistently volunteer for (and maybe one day work for?) a faith-based non-profit.
I miss working with Christy. I miss the trailer park, and the craziness and beauty and ministry that was there. I’m not sure what I want to do when I graduate. But there’s only one way to find out…one step of trying something at a time.
Watch my Gamecocks play again…something, somewhere.
If I had my way, it would be football, in Williams Brice stadium, on the perfect day. But right now I’ll settle for swimming, tennis, soccer, baseball…water polo…well, maybe not the last one, but still.
Buy another bookcase, and paint it.
Many of you have heard about the mustard yellow bookcase in my room. The “real one”—as opposed to fake laminate and not-real imitation wood. Bought from a yardsale, painted at Casa de Splawn…and now, two houses later, it lives on 6th Court. It needs a friend….one day. Maybe a green one…or garnet.
Run a race.
I’ve never ran an official 5K or 10K. I’ve been “running”—which in my terms is probably more like jogging slowly or walking quickly, depending on the day, since winter…but maybe next year, I’d like to run an official race. Maybe even The Color Run!
Finish writing in my journal.
This might sound like a dumb goal, but I am notorious for getting a new journal, writing in half of it, forgetting about it, and then getting a new one. Not anymore. I want to finish the one I’m currently in…which I bought right before I went to Poland. Before Birmingham. Before life here. Wow. I need to get on that…now.
Brave new heights.
I’m afraid of heights. Maybe you did or did not know this. Chances are, if you flew to Boston with me…you knew this. So I’d like to do another “something scary” (this time, without the help of my friend Ativan) as far as being high up in the air in the next few years. Maybe that just means actually venturing INTO my attic instead of holding onto the stairs in panic. I told you I was really afraid.
Write a “Conversations with Ourselves” piece.
I admit, I like to read people’s blogs. Especially people I’ve never met. Most of them I found on www.deeperstory.com, a Christian writers’ blog with lots of journals and editorials and opinions. One writer does a column each week where people have conversations with themselves years before. I would love to write something like that. Maybe that’s my next reflective project.
Learn a different language.
I know I’ve “learned” Hebrew and Greek…but those are languages that can’t really be spoken, since I’ve learned them in the Biblical sense. I want to learn a language in the “for real” sense. I want to be able to communicate with someone from another country and know what they are saying, and be able to share with them. Maybe Spanish. Maybe something else.
Become a resident of the state where I live.
Since 2005, I have lived in a state other than the state of my residency. I sure hope this has changed by 2017. Not saying I want to move back to North Carolina…just saying that I want a driver’s license and tags and a permanent address in the state where I live.
Go dancing somewhere, maybe with someone.
I’m socially awkward. I’ll admit it. And I have two left feet. I can’t swing dance. I don’t have any rhythm. And now that my camp days are over, all of the not-awkward-AM-show-closing-celebration-ridiculous-dance moments of my life are over. One day I might actually want to dance. Not anything serious. Not anything professional. For one night, it could be fun. Or maybe for one dance.
Stop being such a girl about some things.
Maybe by the time I’m 30, I won’t be such a girl. I won’t be so emotional. I’ll have my head on my shoulders and a better understanding of who I am, and will worry less, and stress less, and overthink less. However, I seriously doubt that. But just in case…here’s to hoping.
Finally finish all of Mere Christianity.
I know thiss probably means I am a bad seminarian. And bad Protestant. It’s just that I always begin reading it at an awkward time and then never actually finish it. This time…maybe it will be different.
Go back to visit the Northeast.
In 2008, I fell in love with a couple of cities. Well, moreover, I fell in love with a region. The Northeast has my heart. I love Philadelphia. I love Boston. I really love Boston. So sometime in the next five years, I want to go back to visit somewhere in the Northeast. Or even Mid-Atlantic. I once said I wanted to live there. I’m not sure if that’s the case anymore, but visiting sure would be nice.
Own a pet.
I’ve had two pets in my whole life, that I actually considered pets (which means we are excluding the random fair fish): one was a beta, named George, and the other was my cat, named Peedabber. Yes, Peedabber. I have good stories on both these pets, who met early and untimely and sad demises. I want another pet, though. Probably just a fish, to be honest, because I don’t like mess.
Write something for myself.
I know I journal, and I blog, and I write for school. There are other things to be written—articles and sermons and papers. But I love words, and I love using them. It’s the reason that my text messages are so long-winded. It’s the reason it takes me so long to finish dinner when I’m eating with others—I’m talking, and really listening to what they have to say. I’ve written fiction pieces before, and reflective pieces before—so this is a commitment to write something, just for me.
Wherever I live, I want to experience history. The art museums, the actual museums, the beauties of nature, even something as simple and silly as the Golden Flake factory or peanut factory.
Crochet a scarf.
One day, I will learn to crochet in a straight line. And then I will make a garnet scarf.
Go to the Alabama Theater and see a movie, at Christmas.
This one speaks for itself.
Watch a meteor shower.
I know I’m from western North Carolina, and spent time on the Parkway growing up…but I’ve never seen one. I’d like to change this.
Try at least one new restaurant each season.
I don’t eat out that much. And to be honest—I like to eat at the same places. I’m a creature of habit…but there are so many great restaurants, and so many great places to eat in Birmingham…I feel like I’m doing a disservice to my city NOT to try some of the fantastic fare here.
Go to the taco truck.
Mary Splawn and I have this running joke that when (if) I ever get married, she’s renting out the taco truck and the Doodles truck to cater the reception. It’s mostly a joke, but I feel like I should try the taco truck before I make my reservations. We tried to go in the spring, but it rained us out—so it’s on my next list of things to do with Mary.
Memorize a whole chapter of Scripture.
I’ve wanted to do this for a while, and I’ve memorized Psalms before, but somehow they seem easier than “normal”—so I’m thinking a chapter from a Pauline epistle. This could be hard. Definitely worth it, though.