Pre-post disclaimer about my tongue: it is spending some time in my cheek today.

So I tried to make a list of one hundred things I want to do before I die.

Because I read about it in a book that I absolutely love. I’ve read it three times.

And — like with all useful books that are full of cool exercises that I haven’t done yet (but want to!) — I started with the one that seemed like it might be easier than the rest of them.

Except that it’s either the hardest exercise in the world or I am an utter mess. Suspecting a combination of both at the moment.

Because I was completely unable to come up with one hundred things.

In fact, it was more like a grand total of fourteen.

And that was after two hours of staring at the page and trying to think of anything that would be remotely worthy of a go-ahead-and-do-it-while-you’re-still-on-this-planet list.

I don’t know if this is a good thing or a terrible thing.

Argument for how only being able to come up with fourteen things to do before I die is somehow a good thing:

Maybe it just means that I’ve already done a lot of the crazy foolhardy ridiculous adventurous things that most people don’t ever do even though they secretly want to.

Like moving to Berlin from Tel Aviv without any real reason other than that I needed to.

Like starting a business with 20 euros.

Like leaving Germany and heading out to San Francisco on the basis of a dream. And not the “I have a dream” kind of dream. The “I fell asleep and my dream told me I needed to be in San Francisco” kind of dream.

Maybe the reason I can’t come up with more things is that I already have a habit of actively taking off in pursuit of the stuff I want to experience.

But actually I suspect it is a terrible thing.

That might be my monster talking, yes.

(Of course, if “everything against me is an illusion“, the depressing, horrible things I tell myself are probably not true.)

But since I’m letting you in on what’s going on in my head, let me just put it out there.

It seems far, far more likely to me in this moment that I am completely unimaginative and also devoid of all creative impulse. Where is my enthusiasm? WHERE? I have no idea.

I honestly don’t know how it’s even possible that I only have fourteen things I want to accomplish.

Then to make matters worse, most of them are completely boring things to strive for.

And a lot of them except for #10 and #12 are (clarification: for me specifically, at this particular point in my life, no one’s list is ever the same) almost embarrassingly achievable.

Which means my list might actually start shrinking soon, bringing me closer to death and to the fact that I am still lacking in both drive and imagination.

I should also note that my father refuses to read Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain because he vaguely hopes to read all of it before he dies and he is convinced that the sooner he finishes it, the sooner he will die.

But back to my list.

Update:

Okay, I just thought of another one, but #15 is also stupid.

Also, it only occurred to me because I was taking out the recycling while trying to think of more things to put on this list and I got first distracted by the fact that there are always hot people on the cover of Inc. Magazine and then annoyed by the fact that I’m not on there.

Also, I need to note that while coming up with this post, I also had a nice Freudian typo with the word unimaginitiative.

Which really needs to become a real word. Leave your (creative) definitions in the comments and they will distract me from feeling (pun totally intended) listless.

Here is my list.

  1. Publish a book.
  2. Publish another book.
  3. Visit Paris with my gentleman friend.
  4. Own an apartment in Berlin.
  5. Teach Shiva Nata at the Midwest Yoga Conference (with my duck, of course), then get invited to teach it at the San Francisco Yoga Journal Conference and then turn them down.
  6. Learn Italian.
  7. Live in the same city as my best friend again.
  8. Climb an orange tree again.
  9. Learn swing dancing.
  10. Learn how to skate backwards (!)
  11. Go on sabbatical.
  12. Do the splits.
  13. Meet Suzette Haden Elgin and be a googly-eyed fangirl.
  14. Take a long-term yoga training with Paul Grilley of Non-Sucky Yoga fame.
  15. Be on the cover of Inc Magazine before a) it folds and/or b) everyone realizes that they only put hot people on the cover so it doesn’t even mean you’re necessarily that good at business or anything, just that you’re hot and have a decent publicist or know how to pitch a story.
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So I’m still working on it.

The Fluent Self