The List

I mentioned to a friend of mine about The List, and he asked me to post it, so without further ado (and at the risk of incriminating myself) here it is:

1. (Redacted - My boss might read this)
2. Start a blog and share my ideas with the world
3. Attend the Olympic Games
4. Attend the World Cup
5. Skydive
6. Race in a special stage rally
7. Get fit and stay fit
8. Take an Arctic/Antarctic cruise
9. Fall in love
10. Get married
11. Have a family
12. Attend a Formula 1 race
13. Be a host on the Today Show
14. Play tennis with Roger Federer
15. Have a conversation with The Dali Lama
16. Have a conversation with T.D. Jakes
17. Write a novel
18. Write a screenplay
19. Create an anime
20. Learn to fly
21. (Redacted - You are not ready for this)
    
22. Attend a party at The Playboy Mansion
23. Finish this list
24. Watch an NBA game from court side
25. Make my house beautiful
26. Learn to play golf
27. Make beautiful photography
28. Perform a stand up comedy routine
29. Live fearless
30. Hold my grand kids
31. See the curvature of the Earth
32. Experience weightlessness
33. Drive a Bugatti
34. Drive an Ariel Atom around a race track
35. Be open to new things
36. Embrace life
37. Live in North America
38. Live in Europe
39. Learn to speak a foreign language
40. Learn to swim
41. Leave a mark
42. Make God happy
43. Tour Europe
44. Walk barefoot in Africa
45. Stay in an ice hotel
46. Address a large crowd
47. Become a father
48. Plant a tree
49. Be an inspiration to somebody
50. Sweep a woman off her feet
51. Learn to ski
52. Follow my heart
53. Hope
54. Love
55. Believe

Now there will be people who read this list and get it, and there will be those who think it's absurd. The second type of person is known by many names: cynic, hater, married. 


That's the list. I would appreciate any assistance or direction that you guys could give me as to how to make these goals happen. Post your own list. It's an incredibly freeing experience, kinda like letting your soul walk around nude (except for the redacted parts, which are fig leaves). 

So (Brain Fart: OK, OK, I know you are not supposed to start a sentence with a conjunction, but dammit IT'S MY BLOG) add some comments, click on follow so that I don't feel like I'm writing to myself, and get involved.