25 Things I want to do before I’m a Quarter-of-a-Century Years Old

It hit me today that 25 is quickly approaching and I still have a lot I had hoped to do and brave by then. Sure, I’ve already done quite a bit before hitting a quarter century, but there are endlessly more things I’d like to try out before I hit that age which allows me to rent a car without paying additional fees.

So, as all list-lovers do, I compiled a list. There are a couple of rules, of course. All things must be feasible and all things must be trackable. What’s the point otherwise?

So here it is, my list of 25 things I want to do before I turn 25.

  1. Check out Mount Rushmore
  2. Go stargazing in Badlands National Park
  3. Find an exercise that I enjoy (ha)
  4. Cut out soda for a full year (like, seriously, it’s so bad for me *sips Pepsi*)
  5. Buy my first gun
  6. Apply for my CHL so I can conceal carry said gun
  7. Attend an Elevation Worship or JesusCulture concert
  8. Get dolled up and check out the Scioto Downs Race Track
  9. Host a “Book Reading” party
  10. Win NaNoWriMo (I have exactly one more shot at this before I turn 25)
  11. Try out Karaoke
  12. Eat at an upscale restaurant that requires formal dress and costs $100+ per person.
  13. Go to a drive-in movie theater (how have I still never done this??)
  14. Weekend getaway to Portland, OR to check out Powell’s Bookstore
  15. Dine out all by my lonesome
  16. Run a 5k
  17. Try zip-lining on for size (did I mention I’m terrified of heights? As in absolutely petrified?)
  18. Feed a giraffe at the zoo (or elsewhere, but I find it unlikely I’ll stumble across one in the Badlands…)
  19. Get a facial (I’m 23 and don’t even know what this is..)
  20. Play a game of paintball
  21. Watch the Sunrise and Sunset of the same day
  22. Make a piece of pottery
  23. Start a fire with steel and flint
  24. Attend a murder mystery dinner
  25. Attend a Native America Pow Wow

Now to get to it… 🙂

25 Things I want to do before I’m a Quarter-of-a-Century Years Old


I think we can agree on this. Time apart has done us well.

Glimpses of you sporadically reveal themselves to me. And each time it is a sucker punch to see you. Happy, healthy. A good sucker punch, as much as one can be. Yes, my heart seizes and my stomach lurches and the blood rushes to my brain.. but once all of that has calmed down, there is a gentle knowingness. The truth that together we were dying, and apart we are healing.

I cannot say I’ve let go of you. I think of you often, in my wakefulness and sleep. What are you doing? How are you fairing? Who are you becoming?

I am no longer privy to this information and I fight the urge to see if I can get it through the internet.

It’s not my job to care anymore.

And to another point, I know whatever is on there won’t be real. We never revealed the truth of our thoughts and feelings and circumstance in such a public fashion.

Even as the days get easier and the aches get further apart, I still sit in shocked silence when I realize it’s only been a handful of months, a couple of seasons. Barely any time at all, and with just a glimpse of your image, I’m thrown right back to where we were.

Under the night sky, the haze of smoke, the fire of your hand on mine. The emotion of love swallowing us in the midst of the audience surrounding.

Then again, under a different night sky. Your hand tugging mine, our lips briefly touching, the moment over in an instant.

My first true kiss and I barely felt it.

You were already gone.

And I was alone.


“Why would you want to be with anyone you only fight with?”

It’s been asked of me every time you come up in conversation with the few who knew that we ever were an “us.” I usually say that the passion, even if merely anger, was my reason for lingering as you weaved in and out of my life.

But that’s not all there is to it.

And we both know that I did my own fair share of weaving.

Maybe no one will ever know the depths of what we shared, the rope we extended to each other – at first pulling upward, then tumbling down.

The reason we had to sever it.

Maybe not even we.

But no matter what it was the brought us together and tore us apart…

I hope you know all that I think and feel and hope for you is goodness and freedom and joy.

Happy Birthday, Mr. MTBR.

I pray this is your best year yet.


A Whole New Wooooooorld!

I cannot even begin to describe the way my life has changed since God healed me of Fibromyalgia. There literally are not enough words, but here are a few to give you an idea of the new me:

  • I actually have energy throughout the day
  • My brain feels clear, there isn’t even a minor haze around the edges
  • With a clear brain has returned the desire to DO THINGS again- my schedule is BOOKED
  • I don’t have pain, like, at all.. I had a minor headache the other day, but it was literally nothing in comparison to days of old
  • I’m still awake after 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, AND EVEN 11pm
  • The best part to date: I’ve started EATING MEAT AGAIN (glory be!!!) without throwing up

On the topic of meat- I was ready to cry as I partook of chicken again for the first time in roughly two years. Sweet, darling, dear chicken. Oh how I have missed your meaty essence.

It’s hilarious, I now have options again when eating out. The other day I was contemplating what drive thru to go through for my usual “fries only” order. I was headed to McDonald’s and had to drive past KFC to get there. “I wish I could eat popcorn chicken,” floated through my brain as I came upon the smells-delightful-franchise. Then I figuratively gave myself a good punch in the head. Popcorn chicken WAS an option! I quickly turned into the parking lot and what followed was a heavenly feast.

I seriously can’t get over it.

Also with my healing came the normal body routines from waaaay back in the day. I’m a night owl again, and mornings have gone back to sucking. I’m working to readjust this as I miss waking up before the sun to enjoy a good book and coffee prior to work. BUT, I don’t miss WHY I woke up before the sun, so even if I never get back to this routine – I can deal.

Anyway, this is just a short post to respond to curious folks who have been asking if the healing lasted. I’m still feeling GRRRRREAT! The healing was for real and legit and permanent – no rebounds. 🙂

How’s your week been so far?

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A Whole New Wooooooorld!