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#westoakland #missingwheels #help
1. Yarn Bomb something
2. Get a tattoo
3. Nose piercing- tasteful stud
5. Ride a Cable Car in San Francisco- since I live here I should probably take care of that
6. Go to Grad School
Wine tasting in California- taking care of that this weekend
8. $2500 emergency fund- working on it
9. Write myself a letter and read it ten years later- I’ll do it on the 19th so I can read it the day after I turn 40
10. Own a house
11. Buy a stranger dinner
12. Live in a foreign country
13. Attend a masquerade ball
14. Fall in love and get married
15. Pay off my student loans
16. Fly first class
17. Kiss under the mistletoe
18. Learn to dance, ballroom, swing, whatever
19. Have children (or be a Kickass aunt)
20. Go on an archaeological dig
Roadtrip Across America
22. See the Northern Lights
Visit a castle
25. Learn more about my family tree
26. Stay in a Treehouse hotel
27. Walk on the Great Wall of China
28. Learn a new language
29. Dance with my Dad at my wedding
30. Ride a mattress down a staircase
31. Learn how to crack an egg with one hand
32. Give a touching inspirational speech
Dye my hair pink
34. See the Grand Canyon
35. Visit all 7 continents
36. Drop water balloons from a tall building
37. Read 30 books in one year
38. Send a message in a bottle
39. Skinny dipping
Have a job that I love
41. Attend the Olympics
42. Meet Paul Rudd
43. Get out of debt
44. Have a paint fight
45. Be in two places at once
46. See the Sistine Chapel
47. Age gracefully
48. Inspire someone
49. Do the things that scare me/take more risks in general
50. Learn to really forgive myself and others
Everything. I would do everything within in reason. As long as it didn’t risk my life or another life, as longs as it didn’t intentionally hurt me or someone else.
What I have done the most this year is accomplish things alone. I have signed my own lease, gone to dinner, movies and music festivals by myself and worked on getting used to not feeling lonely in a crowd. This year I moved out on my own, had some self-destructive moments, dated someone wonderful (oh those May, December romances), applied and got my dream job, moved across the country and was able to reinvent myself somewhere new. These things are monumental; these are things that over a year ago I would have never imagined myself doing.
Today I went to Hardly Strictly Bluegrass on my own. I woke up kinda tired and in the past the lethargic feeling coupled with the fact that I was most likely going to be attending an event solo would have been enough to cause me to stay home. BUT, I really wanted to go, my Dad is a huge proponent of the philosophy “what would you do if you weren’t afraid” and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to put this into play. Normally I would have asked around and tried to coordinate going with someone else, then if there were no takers I might have just scratched going all together… I didn’t do that, I went by myself to a part of the city I had never been to surround myself with strangers and listen to some amazing music.
Festival shows while amazing when you share the experience with others are AWESOME solo. You can flit about and see the music YOU want, want to get close to the stage? It’s easy when it is just you and it’s standing room only. A friend of mine was working at one of the vendors so I stopped by said hello and then went on my merry way. I interacted with total strangers connected through our similar music tastes and joking about our surroundings. One very nice group even offered me a beer.
The decisions I made were my own, what artists did I want to cross off my bucket list? Who would I regret not seeing, what stages had the feeling I was going for, what did I want to experience?
I saw Billy Bragg, Ralph Stanley, and Emmylou Harris, three artists that had been on my bucket list. What an amazingly beautiful Sunday adventure.
I want them all
“[T]he process of ascertaining which of the thousands of skeletons belonged to a martyr was a nebulous one. If they found “M.” engraved next to a corpse, they took it to stand for “martyr,” ignoring the fact that the initial could also stand for “Marcus,” one of the most popular names in ancient Rome. If any vials of dehydrated sediment turned up with the bones, they assumed it must be a martyr’s blood rather than perfume, which the Romans often left on graves in the way we leave flowers today. The Church also believed that the bones of martyrs cast off a golden glow and a faintly sweet smell, and teams of psychics would journey through the corporeal tunnels, slip into a trance and point out skeletons from which they perceived a telling aura. After identifying a skeleton as holy, the Vatican then decided who was who and issued the title of martyr.”
Working on that not being afraid stuff.
See! Unicorns do/did exist! #unicorn #unicourtney #mythical #sf #fall2013
Teenage mutant ninja savior. Jesus on the half shell saving power! #sf #fall2013 #seashell #kitsch
Not all blueboard is created equal. Blergh.
#mantra #fear #fall2013 #question #doit #optimism