Almost two weeks ago, I made the stunning realization that I now have more years behind me than I have ahead of me. You know, unless I actually meet my goal of living to be 134. Don’t ask where I came up with that random number. I kind of just pulled it out of my ass one day and ran with it.
That statement, though, should clue you in to the fact that I have no clue how goals are supposed to work. Shouldn’t they be attainable? Is 134 attainable? Maybe I should get more seriously back into yoga. I’m sure that’s the one thing that has the best potential of getting me there. Maybe I’ll lay off the caffeine, too. Eventually. One day. Maybe.
The looming Five-Oh has prompted me to think about some other goals that are, quite possibly, attainable or, maybe they’re as ludicrous as expecting to live to 134.
- Maintain my current level of sanity and/or attain a higher level of sanity. Bottom line: don’t get any worse, Dissy, mmmmkay?
- Continue making my house my home.
- Get rid of my remaining fucks. I want to be one of those “no fucks to give” people. Not in an obnoxious asshole way, but in a way that has me going out and tasting ALL that life has to offer. Unless it’s ebola. I’d rather not experience that.
- Get back into a regular exercise routine. I have no words for how much I miss working out and feeling strong.
- I want to learn how to cook one awesome dish (above and beyond all the other awesome shit I make).
- I want to tell one person who dearly deserves it to fuck right off. (I don’t know who that is yet, so I didn’t say that with anyone in particular in mind).
- Get back into a regular spiritual practice.
I think that about covers it for now. I don’t want to overwhelm myself with too much. After all, I’m almost a senior citizen.
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At 65, I’m thinking of what I want to come back as in my next life…
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I’d like to come back as a well-adjusted wise person who has unlimited funding to help people in need.