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Do you have lists of things you want to do and that would be easy to do but you just never do? I do. I'm not talking about the big, monumental things. I'm not talking about walking the Camino in Spain or riding a motorbike across Vietnam or learning to ride a motorbike so you could drive it across Vietnam. I'm talking about the little things. The things that would take an hour or two. An afternoon. The things in your own city or even your own house. The things that could be accomplished with minimal effort. There are always restaurants I want...

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]I write a lot about bucket lists, whether I'm checking off big life goals of my own (like backpacking through Europe, taking a hot air ballon ride, or throwing tomatoes at La Tomatina) or crafting inspirational lists of bucket list ideas. Let's just say, I love a good to-do list. But that's the thing. Lists. We all love making big dreamy lists of things we want to accomplish in life. But we tend to ignore that other half of the string: the bucket. The bucket is just as essential to the bucket list as the list is, but we tend to only...

If you haven't noticed, I'm a list maker. I have my weekly to-do list full of tasks for my blogs and my personal life. I have my life list of all the things I want to do in my life. I have my 40 by 40 list of things I want to do before 40. I have my list of New Year's resolutions. Let's just say I love making lists. But, often, these lists I make are lists of things I want to do or plan to do or need to do. Rarely do I ever list out the things I have...

Have you ever put off doing something because it seemed overwhelming, complicated, daunting, only to find when you finally did it, that it wasn't a big deal at all? I do that all the time. All. the. time. I build things up so much in my mind and get so anxious over them, panic over them, that I put them off, procrastinate, to protect myself. I do it at home. I do it at work. I do it while traveling. I do it with my life list. I do it with my life. In the same way that I leave work...

"Who has a job lined up?" I don't remember, now, who it was who posed that question. A professor? A dean? A parent? A volunteer? It could have been anyone, really. I don't remember who specifically it was that asked, but I do remember that someone, whoever it was, posed that question to the lineup of graduating LAS students the morning of our graduation ceremony. "Who has a job lined up?" whoever it was asked. And no one at all could say that they did.   [caption id="attachment_75141" align="aligncenter" width="1400"] Undergrad college graduation in 2003. [/caption]   The job market in 2003 was particularly...

I'm not going to lie: I was kind of hoping for a bombshell. What that bombshell might have been, exactly, I have no idea. Native American? East Asian? Ecuadorian? Who knows. But, spoiler alert, I'm European. 99.9% European. Are you as shocked as I am?   amzn_assoc_tracking_id = "choofigs-20"; amzn_assoc_ad_mode = "manual"; amzn_assoc_ad_type = "smart"; amzn_assoc_marketplace = "amazon"; amzn_assoc_region = "US"; amzn_assoc_design = "enhanced_links"; amzn_assoc_asins = "B01LZ5K87Z"; amzn_assoc_placement = "adunit"; amzn_assoc_linkid = "5124d401c53cedcd970f7a8496486653";   I'd wanted to take a DNA test for some time. Not like in a Maury Povich/Jeremy Kyle prove my paternity kind of way. Rather, in one of those spit in a cup and send it in the mail...

I don't remember the first time I read Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar. It was in my adult life, that I know, well past high school, years past college. Maybe even after grad school. I don't remember why I chose to read that particular novel. I don't remember the motivation behind purchasing the book. I don't remember whether I picked it up at a Borders on a whim or whether I ordered it intentionally online. I don't remember if I saw it mentioned in a TV show or if someone recommended it to me. I don't remember anything about the...

This was me the day Hamilton tickets went on sale in Chicago: Actually, that was my whole office. Actually, that was, quite possibly, all of the city. I'm not going to sit here and pretend to be a fangirl: I had never even listened to the Hamilton soundtrack (still haven't...

Not all of the things we want to do in life are monumental. Sometimes, a life goal might be seemingly small, simple, mundane, but something we want to accomplish all the same. I've been hoarding cooking magazines for as long as I could remember. In high school, college, I had stacks and stacks of Gourmet, Bon Appétit, and Martha Stewart Living on my shelves. I had a subscription to Better Homes & Gardens when I was in grade school. I still have a subscription to Food & Wine. At one point, long ago, the stacks started taking over my room. So I...