Photo by Jessie Gladin-Kramer
Go to Antarctica.
Learn how to sail.
Have a sailboat named Sprinkles.
Live abroad for a year.
Run a nonprofit.
Take a knife skills class.
Cut my hair and donate it to Locks of Love.
Have a house with solar panels. And a solar hot water heater.
Bake a cake from scratch.
Bake a pie from scratch.
Visit Scotland and England (hello, my fellow pale distant relatives!)
Do a 30-day yoga challenge.
Have something I write published.
Take the LSAT for fun.
Grow pole beans.
Own a business.
Hike at the Grand Canyon.
Get paid to be someone’s personal shopper.
(Attempt to) Surf.
Install a green roof.
Have a kiddo. Or three.
Be a stay-at-home mom.
Learn to make a signature cocktail.
Get paid to organize someone’s things.
Visit Portugal. And Spain. And Morocco.
Complete a cross-word in pen.
Plan and grow an epic edible garden.
Run a half marathon.
Own a house on the water.
See Old Faithful.
Hike on the Appalachian Trail.
Memorize how to bake bread.
Learn to ski.
See our kid(s) graduate from college.
Visit all 50 states (still left: AL, AK, AZ, AR, CO, HI, ID, IA, KS, LA, MI, MS, MO, MT, NE, NV, NM, ND, OK, SD, TX, UT, WI, WY)
Sew myself a skirt.
Have a chicken coop. And chickens.
Live a year (or more!) without cable television.
Live a month (more more) without any television at all.
Take my mom on vacation.
Learn to use Photoshop.
See our kid(s) get married (or decide not to; no pressure, hypothetical offspring!)
Blog frequently for a year.
Research my family tree.
Donate $5,000 to a charity at one time.
Take an overnight hiking trip.
Drive 100mph+ on a race car track.
Successfully cook an omelette.
Kayak on the ocean.