I adore having goals. They’re perfect rainy day guides, helpful when wanting a direction in life and just plain amusing; and Holly’s post on ‘8 things I will never do before I die’ tickled my fancy. Call it an anti-bucket list.
3 years I originally drafted this ‘8 things I will never do before I die‘ post, and I thought it might be an interesting one to look back on and see what I’d change.
Do you know what would be on your anti-goal list?
1. Resist taking photos of foreign cats.
Yes, I have an addiction and I can’t help it.
That hasn’t changed – and never will I don’t think!
2. Enjoy wearing shoes
Much to the consternation of my British workmates, whatever instruments of torture I’ve strapped to my feet are discarded the milisecond it’s possible. At the altar I kicked off my sensible heels whilst speaking my vows (only to panic as we were instructed to turn around and walk down the aisle as man and wife but I couldn’t find them…)
I LOVE taking shoefies now (it’s becoming a bit of a trademark of mine on instagram) and although I try to wear shoes as little as possible, as my confidence has changed tack, so have my toe coverings. Gone are the plain black janes, and in are leopard print flats, glitter shoes providing dinners with that disco feeling and hot pink round toes that delight me no end.
3. Believe the weather report on the News
I can’t manage to pay any attention to the weather report mostly due to past disappointments and several pairs of ruined shoes. Over the years I’ve simply developed a ‘look-out-the-window’ system that tends to work pretty well.
Sunshine = All good, but hope I remember to take an umbrella.
Rain = All good, wear boots and hope I remember to take an umbrella.
Snow = All good, wear hiking boots (ice is slippery after all), take an umbrella and a good book (train delays)
Hail = Sit back in a good coffee shop and relax.
Nope, that’ll never change – though I do catch myself occasionally checking before I leave the house to make sure I’m in appropriate footwear. Sometimes.
4. Be comfortable asking for things whilst travelling.
Mr Kiwi and I have an unspoken travel agreement. I organise the admin, do the research, run the map and book the required bumpf. He asks for things. Directions when we’re (often) lost, menu items, advice and random questions – of which I normally have many.
Yep, I still suck at this!
5. Achieve a degree in Astrophysics
I mean there are some serious math skills involved in working out the gravitational attraction between two orbiting planets (I had to do a Physics paper at University and that’s a real equation I attempted to answer. Regardless to say I messed it up).
That won’t happen anytime soon – though I’ve taken the plunge and have started drafting up a social media course for small businesses which seems to be doing pretty well.
Just hell no.
Again, no change there at all.
7. Enjoy stewed liver
My mum used to adore cooking Lamb’s Fry and Bacon (accompanied by limp onion and gravy). Even though offal has become de rigueur, I just can’t. Give me a steak any day.
I enjoy pate, does that count?
With a serious aversion to putting my head under water, a dislike of being eaten by sharks and an allergy to the idea of wearing a wetsuit it just isn’t going to happen.
Three years, and nothing much has changed in this respect – although so very much else has.
What about you – what would make your own list of ‘8 things I will never do before I die’?