It has been over a month since I posted about the end to my 21-goals, and I knew that I could no longer put off sharing what my 22-year-old goals are going to be. In the past (the one year I did goals), I made a goal for each year of my life, but I decided to discontinue this practice for this coming year. Instead of making twenty-two goals, I wanted to make fifteen goals towards which I could devote greater effort. So without any further ado, here is my new set of goals:
I know that it is a little past the end of my 21st year, but I figured better late than never when it came to writing a blog post that wraps up my 21 goals. Also, I am currently sitting in LAX and figure that writing a blog post is more productive than roaming the halls of the airport in search of a Jamba Juice.
Last year I wrote a blog post that detailed my experience working out with two of my friends. To recap: it did not go well. I love running and most other forms of cardio, but using weights has never appealed to me. Sure, I always wanted to be muscular, but I was not too keen on the idea of spending time in a weight room to make that dream a reality. So in true goal-setting fashion, I decided to force myself to use a weight room by saying that I would have to use a weight room twelve separate times within four weeks.
I recently set out to accomplish my goal of doing something to make myself more cultured. I considered my options as I sat on the couch watching a show about a morbidly obese woman showing the world that you can be both fat and fierce. The possibilities included: journeying into the German Village in Columbus to try schnitzel for the first time, visiting an art gallery to immerse myself in art history, or staying home and having Adam, my hipster housemate, give me a lesson on how to make a pour over coffee. I am mildly lazy/not really into art, so I chose the latter option.
After work on a Friday in July, while staring down the nose of a three-day weekend, I decided that I should do something adventurous. With no planning whatsoever, I logged onto the CouchSurfing website and started sending messages to people living in New York City to see if they could house me for a few nights. For those of you who are in the dark about what couch surfing is, it is a website where people post a profile saying that they are willing to house people for a few nights at no cost. I had heard about it from some friends, and I think that it is really big in Europe and the serial killer community.
I have wanted to spend an entire night in my hammock for quite some time. There were a couple times in the past when I attempted to do this, and both were colossal failures. The first attempt involved my hammock being attached to a metal pole during a thunderstorm, and the second was thwarted my one of the guys I was with waking me up in the middle of the night to go back to campus because he couldn’t sleep. Clearly, I have had bad luck with hammocking in the past, so I set out to change that this summer.
I will probably never be featured on a show about hoarders, with dramatic shots of me climbing over mountains of books and rotting Panera Bread bagels. However, I found that I had accrued quite a bit of clutter during my time at college. Because of this, I decided that it would be a good idea to make one of my twenty-one goals involve decluttering my life. I decided to break this goal down into two categories: 1) declutter my material life 2) declutter my virtual life.
I have finally ended my nail-biting habit. I have wanted to accomplish this for many years, but it wasn’t until I set a goal that I was able to rid my life of this gross habit. In case you have a hankering to see exactly what my fingernails looked like pre-change, I have included a photo here:
Whether or not I was still in Ohio was the question I asked after I had been driving for a few hours in Indiana. When I created my 21 goals, I never thought that my goal to interview in a state other than New York or Ohio would take me to such an exotic place as Indiana. I had mere aspirations that I would fly somewhere such as California or Alaska to interview for a position, but Indiana definitely took the cake.
This weekend I completed my goal of staying alone in a hotel room. I understand that this goal may mystify some of you, so let me explain why I found the concept of being alone in a hotel room for a night so important as to list it as one of my 21 goals.