Why am I lumping these three seemingly different goals together? Because I have quasi-completed them–go me! They’re goals that part of the way into my year, I thought, well, that’s kind of lame and doesn’t make sense. Let me explain.
17. Have a monthly date night: It’s just me and my husband. In reality, every night is date night: dinner together as we discuss our days or big plans for the future. Each weekend is retreat where we cook more complicated recipes. I bake desserts. We go on hikes. We have standing workout dates. Sometimes we mix things up and go to Costco on Fridays after work. Life is good. Maybe I don’t want to become a 2-pet household (see #18).
27. Join–or start my own–book club: Who was I kidding? I have yet to discover a friend who shares my passion for memoirs and marketing/creative industry books. Instead, I’ve started using Goodreads. Find me there as T-Bud Combs, especially if you just read a good book about branding.
30. Learn to swim: Again, who was I kidding? I’m like a cat. I hate water. Maybe if that “swimming instructor” hadn’t yelled at me in seventh grade to, “Relax! Relax! Relax” whilst trying to teach me how to float, I wouldn’t be so resistant to donning a skin-tight and skin-baring suit and going for a dip. But, you know what I did do before I turned 30 that I’ve been just as resistant to? Mom, Dad, I joined a gym. That’s right. I even went to yoga class. I have even gone to a couple of spinning classes. Much to my surprise, I do kind of like going to the gym. Go figure. No PE teachers to deal with or kids who are disappointed with your lack of coordination because they really, really care about the sport of flag football.