Starting Over

So here I am ... 35 years old, single and unfulfilled. Something deep down kept saying there must be more to this. So yesterday, after being inspired by an episode of The Buried Life, I made a list. I took 20 minutes to write down everything I could think of that I wanted to do or be. It ended up being 55 entries long. Starting a blog was number 2. Using my list as a guide I'm going to hit the reset button. In retrospect I should have made this list when I was much younger. It would have saved me A LOT of wasted time.

(Brain Fart: Can the previous day even be considered retrospect? How much time needs to pass before you can say "in retrospect"? Can Usian Bolt be halfway into a 100m race thinking to himself "in retrospect, I should have gotten a better start"? By the way, I wanted to name this blog Brain Fart, but it was already taken. Handbraking was sloppy seconds.)

Well today I thought of another item for the list - Learn Kung Fu (officially number 56). Not quite sure how I'll make that happen yet, but if every item was easy it wouldn't be much of a list.

(Brain Fart 2: There should be a standardized measurement for butt cheek size - the butt cup. Both men and women everywhere can understand what I'm getting at here. Consider the following vital statistics. She is a 34C-25-36F vs. 34C-25-36B. Women will be able to immediately pick jeans perfect for their body type and men will be able to immediately visualize them. This is a win-win scenario. Lets make it happen.)

Honestly I didn't know if I should include that last Brain Fart in my first blog, but it was just too good to not include, and I know I will forget it by tomorrow.