
Flavor #2 - Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure
The List
The Flavors
- Go down to the lakeshore and write down all of your blessings - TiffanyFortna,Chicago IL
- Perform at an open mic night - Amy Dunlap, Chicago IL
- Susan G. Komen Walk for the Cure - Bob Burke, Sarasota FL
- Zip-lining - Me
- Learn to quilt - Teria Brooking, Ogden UT
- Go to a city meeting on a political issue - Amy Jensen, Suffolk County, NY
- Write a children's story or song - Linda Shearer, Idaho Falls ID
- Indulge yourself in a wildly extravagant meal - Philip Zinn, Western Colorado, CO
- Audition in New York - Dana Atkins, Pocatello ID
- Organize a service project for a pediatric ward - Linda Shearer, Idaho Falls ID
- Learn to play Golf - Bob McGuire, Oswego IL
- Build a piece of furniture with your dad - Dale Shearer, Idaho Falls ID
- Start one day at 4 am on purpose - Catherine Ramirez, Houston TX
- Visit Amish Country - Dave Coffman, Idaho Falls ID
- Learn a skill at the Actor's Gym - Blair Robertson, Chicago IL
- Take a helicopter ride - Jon Moran - Elmhurst IL
- Crochet an afghan - Deanna Rasmussen, Ogden UT
- Read a book that pertains to our family - Linda Shearer, Idaho Falls ID
- Learn to play the Ukalele - Me
- Take a pole-dancing class - Jason and Elizabeth Hopkins - Chicago IL
- Collaborate with me on a song - Lindsey Lloyd, Pocatello ID
- Learn German and visit Germany - Me
- Take an art class - Linda Shearer, Idaho Falls ID
- Fly a kite as an adult - Janie Wallace, NYC
- Visit a prison - Neal Schmidt, Chicago IL
- Go through the Temple with your family - Brett Shearer, Inland Empire CA
- Use only one hand for an entire day - Joy Crenshaw, Chicago IL
- Start a blog - Me
- Attend the Oprah Show - Kristine
The Sprinkles
- Try 31 Flavors on 1 cone - James Lloyd, Pocatello ID
- Pay it back 31 times but keep it your secret - Tracy Callahan, Ogden UT
- Laugh 31 times in a day and record it - Linda Shearer, Idaho Falls ID
- On December 31, give 31 dollar bills to 31 individuals less fortunate than you - Jan Hillman, Sacramento CA
- Write a letter to your offspring to read when they are 31 - Lisa Niedermeyer, NYC
- Write 31 influential people and thank them - Jan Hillman, Sacramento CA
31 Flavors
I awoke to thunder. Snuggling deeper under the covers, I acknowledged with a stretch how rested I felt. It didn't take me long to realize that I felt that way because I had set my alarm for 7 p.m. instead of a.m, and had only 6 minutes to get ready. I flew out of bed, took a shortened version of a spit bath, and threw on some clothes. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my reflection. My outfit was clean but very crumpled, and my hair...well, I had moussed it the day before and it was pretty much unsalvageable. So far 31 was not looking very pretty. With a sigh of resignation I reached for my umbrella, only to realize that I had left it at work the day before. Happy birthday to me.
Feeling ugly and awkward I stepped out into the classic Chicago drizzle. As I turned the corner I caught a glimpse of familiar white at the stoplight. Brilliant! If I caught the bus maybe I could avoid getting completely soaked! I broke out in a sprint, arriving at the corner just as the light turned green. Desperately, I waved at the driver and to my relief, he looked straight at me. Encouraged, I timidly stepped out into the street, only to have him roar through the intersection. In fury I stamped my feet like a toddler, and blurted out a very adult phrase. Great, my first word as a thirty-one-year-old was a swear word.
Near tears, I sloshed towards the train. In my mind I began plotting how I would punish the universe for making this the worst birthday ever. Of course, in actuality that meant I would punish everyone around me and especially myself by refusing to find any joy in the rest of the day. I felt my my tantrum transfer from my feet to my entire being, and I gave in willingly. I knew I was being ridiculous, but I didn't care. My regrets, doubts, and anxieties about this birthday rained on me with full force.
Just as self-pity was about to consume me, my delicate inner voice spoke up. It candidly pointed out that realistically, nothing truly tragic had happened to me this morning. All of these supposed catastrophes were figments of my silly, poisoned, perspective. Then, this voice lovingly reminded me that it was I who actually controlled my perspective. I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and shook my soggy head. Yes, this would be the worst birthday ever if I didn't grow up and find some humor in this situation.
At that moment, I glanced across the street at a Baskin Robbins
...and smiled.
I would try 31 new things before I turned 32. 31 new flavors for each year of my life.And then a crazy thing happened. My mind, flooded with negativity only seconds before, began churning with all sorts of possibilities. This year could really be something. This year I could stretch my boundaries and truly grow!
...Now, I cautioned myself, to ensure this year be as newfangled and fabulous as I imagined, a few things were crucial:
1. There needed to be a list. Something on paper that I could commit to.
2. To truly step outside of myself, most of the ideas needed to come from family and friends-perspectives other than my own.
With a grin, I unwound the bun on my head and let the rain tangle in my hair. I felt renewed in some way. I was filled with gratitude...as well as a slight craving for mint chip ice cream.
Suddenly 31 was looking pretty sweet.