Dirty Thirty, Dirty Thirty
You all recall I’ll be turning the big three-OH in less than six months; on April 15th to be precise. Thirty is a huge deal to me, although it remains to be seen exactly why.
For years I had a huge and overtly unrealistic list of things I wanted to do by the time I turned thirty, of which not one thing on the list was completed. Not a one. So for my 100th blog post, I went ahead and recreated my list with some things I thought were a little more realistic. To review, that list in short was:
1) Finish 40 books for the calendar year 2011 and get a good start on 40 for 2012
2) Go on a date with Wolf Blitzer
3) Prove to myself once and for all that I am going to stop letting what other people say influence me so much
4) Buy a plane ticket to take a trip home in 2012
5) Take a road trip to northern California to visit the John Steinbeck museum
6) Eat sushi
In hindsight, though, faithful blog followers, short of #2 inspiring me to Photoshop a picture of myself with Wolf Blitzer, that list was pretty lame. There were no typical-Heather crazy times on there. There was nothing too terribly difficult or lofty. (I mean, seriously … eat sushi?) In the end, I think I was just trying to cop out so that I could hit thirty and say that I had actually done the things I wanted to do before turning thirty. Well, I’m still months out and have accomplished almost all of those things already. I’ve almost finished my forty books for the calendar year and have stacked up my pile for next year. I had happy times in Photoshop Land with Wolf. Recently I decided to ignore the majority of the comments made by a group of writers I previously allowed influence my writing to the last period, thus proving to myself that I actually can overcome uninhibited influence of others. I ate sushi (albeit just a taste) and I have planned a trip to the Steinbeck museum as well as booked my trip home (in fact, that very trip is happening a few weeks before the dirty thirty hits).
So it’s time for a revision. Here’s my new list of things to do before I turn thirty on April 15th … this time, please tell me if it’s lame:
I’m not talking about the people that write that glitter puke crap like Twilight or Harry Potter; I’m talking about a real author. Someone that has made me cry when I read their poetics, or that has given me the hope and courage to move forward with my own writing. In graduate school, I always wished I had been in a situation to had the opportunity to meet the likes of Bertrand Russell or Plato; Nietzsche, Sartre, or Simone de Beauvoir. Now that I spend hours and hours a day reading, I salivate at what it would have been like to meet some of the American greats – many of whom I missed by only a few decades. So goal #1 is to meet an author alive today that actually inspires me.
A few months ago, I finished the manuscript of my first book only to turn myself around a few weeks later and start the entire thing over from pieces of the original. Since then, I have thrown away more writing than I have ever thrown away – in all of my years writing professionally as well as academically. I have learned so much about myself during this time, mainly that I have self-confidence issues when it comes to my writing, that I let myself get caught up in what others want rather than what I know is good, quality writing, and that I lack the focus to stay on track sometimes. So you see, in meeting this goal by dirty thirty I will have done a lot of other personal growth in the process.
Go for a full week without dropping the f bomb
… or the s bomb, the d bomb, the GD bomb … you get the point. I swear a lot. I know, I know, faithful blog followers – perhaps I’m being too hard on myself. But seriously, I curse worse than some of the sailors I know. I am sure I can go for a day or two without dropping any of the bombs mentioned above, but a whole week? That is quite a challenge. This isn’t to say that after the week is over I will swear less, just that it would be nice (I’m sure) for the people around me to not have to hear my potty mouth for a week.
We all have at least a couple dysfunctional family members – many of us have more than a few. The difference between you and me, though, is that I can admit that they are dysfunctional and I also know that no line of blood, nor obligations of “contributing to my existence,” require me to associate with them when they’re that messed up. The first step to mentally freeing myself from the psychological discord that accompanies every family holiday? Deleting those psychos from my Facebook friends list. I’ve hemmed and hawed over this one for months, it’s time to give them the ax.
Begin turning my cell phone off for three hours every day, and stick with it
I feel overly connected. Everyone can reach me at all times – be it over email, cell phone, Facebook, Twitter, you name it. It’s frustrating because with such accessibility it seems that people now expect to get a response immediately. This really hit home for me last week when a woman I met at a conference called me to ask a question about Facebook, then called me three more times and emailed me twice upset because I had not returned her phone call right away. Effective immediately, my phone is going off from 1:00 pm – 4:00 pm PST. Let’s see how long it lasts…
Start a new trend like owling, planking, or tebowing, only with some sort of a purpose or message. You know planking was so stupid and had no message. Then owling and tebowing – both stupid. But there’s also something to be said for the impact of an Internet sensation and the potential to actually carry a message. So I want to start a new Internet trend with a purpose. Sure, probably five people will participate … but five is better than none.
So, faithful blog followers – do you think I can do it all?