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40 by 40

I will turn 40 in 254 days, on September 11, 2018.

Yowza. FORTY.

I remember when my parents turned 40! In fact, they were both grandparents at 40!

To help with the "OMG I'm turning 40 blues" I have compiled a list of 40 things I want to do before I hit the big 4-0. Dave says, "Put it on your blog to make it official."

Some of these can be accomplished at one time or in one sitting; other items are long-term goals to work towards. On average I need to complete one every six or seven days, which means time's a-wastin!

In no particular order, here is my 40 by 40 list:

Grow and give away 500 flowers
Go sledding/tubing
Run a mile and be HAPPY ABOUT IT
See a Broadway show on Broadway
Fly on an airplane without a panic attack (completed 12/7/17)
Visit Acadia National Park
Eat lobstah in Maine
See Stephen King's house (see how I can knock out several at once?)
Learn my mom's chicken & dumplings recipe
Get back to pre-Lucy weight -OR- get pregnant (I'll settle for either)
Ride a roller coaster
Try a new exercise class
Go down a water slide
Collect my mom's history
Collect my dad's history
Do a kindness for someone who has been mean to me
Donate blood
Ride a Segway
Take a trip with a friend (NO KIDS)
Visit the Holocaust museum
Visit the 9/11 Memorial
Make amends with an enemy
Read the Bible cover to cover
Walk or ride outdoors 100 hours
Clean my closets & drawers, purge 50% of my clothing
Write about my early childhood
Write about my adolescent/early adult years
Write about adulthood (until now)
Have my house professionally cleaned
Replace my old tattoo with something meaningful
Make and stick to three 1-week meal & shopping plans
Watch a sunset with Dave
One-on-one outing with Lucy
" " with Truman
" " Penny
"" Jacinda
Make a baby gift for someone (even though it's emotionally hard)
Write a letter to someone who has impacted my life
Go on Mammoth cave long tour
Plant a northern fence of sunflowers

I'd better get busy.

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