A 39-year-old woman's 3rd quarter goals:
- Katie Walsh Straight
- Jul 15, 2020
- 2 min read
Updated: Jul 16, 2020
(written in quarantine)
(with 3 children)
(6 and younger)
Kiss a shark on the mouth
Burn 2020 in a dumpster fire in the backyard
Hike El Camino
Have a 6-pack (Abs. ...or beer, I suppose, since it would cost me a lot less)
Be rich and famous but not pretentious and give all of the money away (via parade: me on a float wearing super cozy sweatpants–that also magically make my backside look good–throwing out money like candy)
Don’t throw money at anyone, ever
Never ride on a parade float unless I’m dressed as Santa Clause
Go to Fiji with said 6-pack and drink fruity cocktails all day under an ungodly amount of shade
Go anywhere
Never. ever. swim with sharks
Publish multiple books (that make people laugh and cry and want to live)
Meet Bono
And the Pope
Always have fresh flowers in the house
Be that fun mom who laughs so hard she cries (with and at her kids)
Invent and patent “Patience,” a marijuana essential oil roll-on for parents
Shower regularly
Go to the bathroom without an audience of small humans
Learn enough about auto mechanics to not get schooled every. single. time. I take my car to the garage
Ride bareback on a galloping horse across the great wide open in Colorado (in slow motion)
Do anything outside in Colorado
Stay at a luxury spa...or just sneak into the lobby long enough to get the aromatherapy smells infused into my hair until I wash it (see Goal 20: Shower regularly)
Allow myself the dignity of feeling beautiful
Plan a weekend retreat with my besties somewhere off-grid
Hug each other until our arms fall off
Amplify the voices of wise women
Lose my mind (a little)
Surprise the hell out of people
Surprise the hell out of myself
What the?!?!
(Jokes)
Find a way to make money doing something I love
Find a way to make money – any at all
Find a way to outsource laundry
And housekeeping
And shaving my legs (hell, all shaving)
Learn how to not kill a plant
Read so many books, all the books
Wear real clothes three days a week (Ok, two. One, real clothes one day a week)
Institutionalize Simple Sunday (meal = wine, cheese, bread, olives. Basta così)
Eat and drink whatever I want without self-shaming
Give stand-up one predictably awful try (That’s what he said. Amiright?!)
Lay in the grass all the time (except when working or cooking or...ok, lots of exceptions here)
Sleep in every national park (in a camper with our kids...aaaand earplugs)
Listen
Just listen
To our kids, to my life, to friends, to God, to the day
But not to the dumb shit
Or the nay-sayers
Laugh
Laugh
Laugh
‘til it hurts
Cry
Cry
Cry
‘til I’m done
Run towards the things I want (even the scary ones)
Stop asking for permission
Tell fear to give it a rest
Believe me/you when I tell you/me you’re a badass
Give myself a break
No, give myself a round of applause
Make peace with the guests of here and now: let them in, listen, show hospitality
Expect joy
Expect beauty
Expect pain
(These mean I am alive)
Be alive
Let go of dead people’s aspirations
Eat more chocolate croissants

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