Someone in the apartment building next door is listening to that song from the opening of Dawson’s Creek.
I too do not want to wait for my life to be over and will instead present you with a list of goals.
See, my dad sent me an email the other day explaining how when he and my mom first moved to rural asshole town full of nothing they set goals for themselves. First, goals that were attainable within the next five years. Second, goals that seemed a little more implausible.
I too have goals.
Attainable Goals for within the next five years:
1. Have had sex with a double digit number of people.
2. Work a single digit number of hours per week besides writing and performing.
3. Have laundry in my building so that I don’t have to trek to the laundromat.
4. Finish my book of short stories.
5. Play settlers of catan at least daily.
Fantasies that are unattainable for the next 5 years:
1. Have had sex with more than 12 people.
2. Not work.
3. Laundry on my floor, so I don’t have to put on pants to do laundry.
4. Finish my novel.
5. Make a board game.
I may not strive hard, but I strive in one direction. I strive towards less. Less to do more to play. You know what they say: “All play and no work sounds awesome, why are we not doing that right now? Can we play right now? Is this playing?”