Over the past few weeks I’ve thought a great deal about this project. I’ve thought about how fun it could be. I’ve thought about the new experiences I’d have. But mainly, I’ve thought about giving up before I even started. That alone was a sign that I had to go through with it; I figured it would be good for me. After all, as much as this is intended to be a fun exercise, it is also about self-discovery and getting outside of my comfort zone.
It wasn’t until I actually started compiling a list that I realized what a major undertaking it would be. It has been a feat in and of itself just to come up with 52 new things I want to do (current count stands at 45). Not to mention that actually completing them will be time-consuming and, at times, exhausting. Yet, I am anxious to begin this adventure.