Okay. It’s not officially the end of the decade, but 2020 is such a cool number to get rid of right now, So, I thought about what I was like back in 2000 and I realized that I was:
1. Much cuter.
2. 20 years younger.
3. Had more brain cells.
But that doesn’t matter because in the last 20 years (or 21) – I don’t know it’s math and confusing – I’ve:
1. Gone from being a freelance reporter to a newspaper editor to a book author who gets royalty checks with actual money in them to being a NYT and internationally bestselling author to independently publishing too and also being a writing coach and editor and teacher. Whew.
2. Gone from having a toddler to having a teenager to having someone in graduate school at Dartmouth.
3. Gotten a super cool dog and cat and lost them and now have five furry babies living in this house with me that aren’t humans.
How about you? Has your life changed since 2000? Have you achieved any of your goals? Do you have goals for the next 10 years? The next twenty? I do.
Here they are:
1. Hike the AT – this can be done in parts, I’m not fussy any more. (Same as ten years ago. Ugh.)
2. Go somewhere warm that is not in this country and not bring my computer. (I’ve done this. It just seems like it will never happen again.)
3. Make the world a tiny bit better somehow in some way and write more books and do more podcasts and get okay at marketing somehow.
4. Do the MDI Marathon somehow, even if I have to walk it.
5. Not be super poor and live in a condemned shack hoarding cats and newspapers and scrunchies.
No, there aren’t like big spiritual/personal life/family goals there because well – I am too shy to post those.
The most important goal, however?
Yes, Grover is missing again. I think he may have run away. I haven’t been paying much attention to him. And he has been drinking a lot of schnapps lately and I fear he may have wandered outside into the snow. Or maybe Gabby the Dog took him on a little adventure because she’s super into him.
My life is so empty without him.
SPECIAL PLEA TO GROVER: Please come back, baby. I won’t make you wear the cape anymore. I will try not to be neurotic. Please, baby…please… Don’t make me write a country song about you.
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