The day I tell you what things I tried for the first time over the past week. Well, fava beans for one. That was followed by the violent involuntary evacuation of said beans from my body over the next 24 hours. It could have been food poisoning, or an allergic reaction (which makes more sense as I’m the only person who got sick), but either way, fava beans and I are through. Some relationships are not meant to be. There were other firsts associated with that incident, but believe me when I say you do not want to hear about them.

I slept through the day after, and the rest of the week was… odd. (I’d have said irregular, but given the first paragraph, I think that has another connotation.) There were firsts, but they concerned matters of the heart and soul, and I’m not ready to write about them yet. (You’re welcome.)

So now I’m thinking about my March goal of trying one new thing each week. It was both easier and harder than I thought it would be. It was easier because, as it turns out, there are plenty of things I’ve never tried. But it was harder too because, to be honest, I had hoped for grander accomplishments. I know how funny that sounds. If I wanted to do something daring, I had only to pick something daring to do. But I was too busy, too distracted, too stressed, to obligated… too full (and then not full) of fava beans.

And, of course, that’s all bullshit.

So, today I visited my life list. First, I modified it – deleted some things, added others – then I studied it. Most of the things on that list are big. They’ll take time. They require a level of commitment. The are all worth doing.

And so I’m doing one. I haven’t decided for sure which one, but whatever I pick, I’ll start in April. Stay tuned. Big things are in store. I’m tired of baby steps.

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