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Seeking Wool and Flax

This is to be my list. Some call it a bucket list, other people put an age to it - 30 before 30 seems to be quite popular - though these are things I hope to do before I die. One never really knows how long we have. I have a checklist for anything really, but for these things I want to be held accountable for them. I want these dreams and goals to be known. So they move from my journal in no particular order to the blogosphere:

Spend a day riding roller-coasters.
[For someone deathly afraid of heights, this is a big deal, not just a fun thing.
Seriously, I don't do Ferris wheels.]

Graduate from college
  • [Associate's in Liberal Arts] 2011
  • [Bachelor's in English] 2013
  • [Master's in Curriculum, Assessment, & Instruction] 2015
  • [Ed.D. Leadership and Professional Practice] 2018
Learn how to water ski [By learn, I mean actually stand up]

Sing karaoke - in public.

Slow dance under the stars. 2015 in St. Thomas

Drive a convertible along a beach.

Own a dog. Gibbs!

Get married. #eandjpehl 10.3.2015

Write a study going through a book of the Bible.

Own a house. 

Tour Europe.

Go on a mission's trip.

Be in a commercial. 
Take a dance class
  • [Regent Dance fall 2011 - multiple classes!]
Write a novel.

Publish a novel.

Host Holidays at my house
  • [Christmas]
  • [Easter]
  • [4th of July]
  • [Thanksgiving]
  • [Big Birthday Bash [for anyone!]
  • [Huge Anniversary Party [again, anyone!]
Write an autobiogrophy.

Chase a storm. Summer 2015

Read a book a month for a year. [minimum, definitely not max]

Become an active member in a church.

  • I have attended church my whole life, even volunteered a lot, but never regularly or on a long-term basis.

Visit New York City.
  • March 7, 2013

Visit Each Continent
  • [Africa]
  • [Europe]
  • [Asia]
  • [North America]
    • Most of my life
  • [South America]
  • [Antarctica]
  • [Australia]

Listen to Solomon's advice.

Be a woman who fears the Lord above all else.

Hear, "Well done, good and faithful servant." 
  • [I'll never be able to cross this one off because when I finally get to listen to those words, internet will be the farthest thing from my thoughts and new life, but still, this is the most important.]

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