- Is School Lunch Really All That Bad?
- Write a letter to your reflection in the mirror.
- What is your zodiac sign? Does it fit your personality?
- Sit outside for about an hour. Write down the sounds you hear.
- Write about a teacher who had a lasting impact on you.
- Your relationship status and how you feel about it.
- Where you’d like to be in ten years.
- Write about friends that are like family.
- Put your iPod on shuffle and write down the first ten songs that pop up.
- Write a verbal vision board.
- Write about being inside an old abandoned warehouse.
- How important do you think education is?
- What if you mirror started talking to you?
- List five celebrities that you’re attracted to.
- Write about how you celebrate New Year’s Eve.
- Write about what you do on Valentine’s Day.
- How impulsive are you?
- Write about your favorite US President, living or dead.
- Do Photoshopped Images Make You Feel Bad About Your Own Looks?
- Protected: Would You Want to Be a Child Prodigy?
- Do You Perform Better When You’re Competing or When You’re Collaborating?
- What are your favorite cartoons?
- If someone gave you a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, where would you go?
- How Do You Find Peace in Your Life?
- How Important Is Keeping a Clean House?
- What would you do if you could live a day without consequences?
- How to Properly Pack a Suitcase
- A food that reminds you of your youth.
- Why would you be a great president? Give at least three arguments.
Hmm. Ten years. 2027. *shudder* that feels so distant! 41 years old! Ok, seriously.
On the personal front, I want to be with someone, with munchkins. It feels like the right time. I don’t know how many chiddlers would be good for us, because it’ll depend on the us.
I’d like to have a house that feels like ours. Whether that’s a rental or owned, it must be ours.
Professionally, I want some goddamn novels published. Two feels right, and given that I’m aiming for a novel a year, that gives me… five-ish years to find an agent? Not asking for TOO much.
I don’t really care about the day job except to say that I don’t want to have to need it anymore. I probably will, though.
Don’t ask me what continent I want to be on, I don’t have an answer. Maybe one I’ve never been to, like New Zealand.
I suppose if I look back, I pretty much did with my 20s what I wanted to do with them. Establish a stable day job career. Move out. Drive. I did some bonuses, too, like getting LASIK, which was a fabulous idea. I never thought I needed to have a mate by 30, and that’s borne out.
So here’s to having vague life goals.
Photo: Kevin Krejci