Life List 21-30

posted by Momo Fali on November 18, 2014

It’s been over four years since I added items to my Life List. FOUR YEARS. That’s just sad.

Life List 1-10

Life List 11-20

I revisited numbers 1-20 today and can actually cross off #8Paint a picture. Yay, me! Also, I’m closing in on #18Sample 100 types of beer. There is only one that I would remove from the original list. Let’s just say I must have really been craving chocolate that day.

I just posted about numbers 3, 4 and 5 yesterday, so clearly those are still in the top five and I registered for my first half-marathon today and that’s number 2. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.

Some of the things will probably never be accomplished, but a girl can dream. That’s the beauty of a Life List. It’s time to make some additions and progress! Let’s get to work, shall we?

21. Learn to play guitar. I can’t sing, though, so I’m not pretending I’ll be like Joni Mitchell. I’m attracted to the soothing strum of the strings.

22. Go on a winter campout. I don’t even like winter, but this has always appealed to me. Maybe because of all the forced snuggling.

23. Hike in Zion National Park. Pictures never do the locale justice, but every picture of this place is so gorgeous, I can’t imagine what it must look like in person.

24. Learn to golf.

25. Participate in an adventure race. Something over 24 hours long. Not in the jungle, or anything, but one that tests the mind as much as the body.

26. Learn to paddleboard. Then practice over some clear, blue, ocean water.

27. Visit the Vatican and attend mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. That place is, like, the Catholic mothership.

28. Float in the Dead Sea.

29. Sit in a natural hot spring. Preferably in a cold place, because hot springs in Mexico don’t sound very appealing.

30. Take a photography class. So I can take beautiful pictures of my adventures.

New Adventures

posted by Momo Fali on November 17, 2014

I currently have the urge to do adventurous things, which is not a place I have considered being for a long, long time. In fact, I’ve been scared to do much of anything, but sometimes you come to a point where you feel you have nothing to lose.

There are certain adventures I’ve always wanted to go on. My dream is to drive across the country in an RV, end up at the Grand Canyon and canoe down the Colorado River, camping along its banks each night. That’s a pricey trip, though; I’ve looked into it. So, first I need to hit the lottery.

I’ve wanted to hike in Zion National Park, stand under redwood trees, and take a helicopter trip above an active volcano (also pricey; we looked into it).

But, more often than not, I take the safe route. Don’t get me wrong, if there’s lightning I’m taking cover, and I won’t scuba dive or jump out of an airplane – though, maybe those things will come with time. For now, I’m taking baby steps to face my fears.

This morning, I got up at 4:15am to go for a run in the dark. I never would’ve considered that before. Ever. Sure, it’s more stupid than it is adventurous, but there’s a fine line between them anyway. Fortunately, there was snow on the ground so I climbed back into bed.

Maybe it’s my age, my kids’ ages or because I’ve had to come to terms with losing myself to find myself again. I feel like I’ve been asleep for a very long time.

What’s next? I don’t know. What I do know is that I want my heart to race from something other than anxiety.

This is Your Brain on Sleeping Pills

posted by Momo Fali on November 16, 2014

I will start this post by letting you know that I took my sleeping pill about 10 minutes ago; usually that would be enough time to crank a quick paragraph out for National Blog Posting Month, but I washed my face and brushed my teeth and missed my window. I am already backspacing a lot and misspelling about every other word. Like, right there, I spelled window, “winder”.

People who read my blog from West Virginia are all, “Youcan spell it winder if you want tuh!”

This is not to point out poor English speaking skills in Appalachia, but rather the West Virginia accents of our friends up the street who brought Appalachia to us. It should be noted, that after three glasses of my husband’s homemade wine, everyone speaks like they’re from Appalachia. It makes for a fun evening of board games.

Okay, now we’re moving on to the free form portion off the post. This happens just a few minutes¬† before I pass out. Often I’m talking on the phone with Melisa and then……………………. silence. She nicknamed me Radio because her end of the conversation falls into radio silence. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

The next paragrah is after a 10 miniyut brealk.

(Redacted. The spelling got ugly after this and the content mostly involved an ice cream bar.)

Trumpet Practice

posted by Momo Fali on November 15, 2014