It’s the 6 January. That means that I in six months it’ll be my birthday. And I’ll be thirty. And this means that I don’t have long to get through my challenge-30 list. Eek. I’ve just looked through and I’ve found that I’ve ticked off twelve of the thirty challenges. Eighteen to go. The odds are not in my favour. In my defense these eighteen do include visit a Disney World and a day spa – neither of which seem very likely, ha! A lot of them, though, seem pretty do-able and so I’ll endeavour to finish the lot before the clock strikes twelve.
There’s nothing magical about this list. I don’t turn into a pillar of salt if I don’t complete the challenge. I doubt I’ll even be disappointed. The whole purpose of it is not in the result but rather the process. Sometimes we need to give ourselves a kick up the bum; to break out of the mundane, to widen our horizons, to reflect and discover that there is much joy in life if only it were grabbed with two hands. Some of the things of my challenge-30 list are ridiculously trivial. They are nothing in the grand scheme of things. But they are stuff that I’ve either wanted to do for a long while or at least know I’d have a load of fun trying it out. Plus, I’m a goal orientated person, I do enjoy the satisfaction of ticking something of a to-do list.
Girls back to school tomorrow and so the new year really kickes into gear.