September 2015

This year, I turn 50.  You know what 50 looks like?  50 is going to the doctor for an annual physical, having the doctor hand you an envelope with 3 little popsicle sticks in it, with instructions that completely disgust you.  In addition to the mammogram order.  Thanks, Doc.  I feel like taking my chances with cancer.

 

Instead of 50 just being the year to start worrying about all sorts of diseases, I want this year to be filled with new experiences.  Little things.  Slightly bigger things. Within a reasonable budget.  50 things I've never done before, in my 50^th year.

No, I will not include the first thing that comes to mind.  There is only one good reason for jumping out of an airplane, and that is if it is on fire.  (Even then, I'd think twice about it.)  I am certainly not going to leap from a perfectly sound aircraft.

But there just have to be 50 new things that I can try.  Starting with writing a blog!  (Okay, I won't count that...)