I'm kind of failing, but I'm okay with it.

Eleven months ago I posted my dozen challenges, and I was gung ho and ready to go. I did a half marathon and loved it. I ate veggies with reckless abandon. I recently traveled to Oregon and climbed Mt. Hood without dying (not all are so lucky).

But overall, I've pretty much sucked at this game. I did start a small garden, only to see all of my tomatoes fall victim to squirrels (except a tiny one that I ate today). I haven't performed on stage, but I still have aspirations to do so. I've looked into continuing ed classes, but my already taxed schedule keeps getting in the way. Meditating? I've found a class and just need to go.

I'm not giving up though. I've worked on a piece of art, and I'm pretty happy with how it's going. I'll post about that within the next week. I haven't mentored an ad student, but I have something in the works there. I've decided that the time table I put on the challenges was needed and significant, given the big birthday that's coming up. But, it's not the end all be all to the challenges. I won't get them all done by September, but I'll keep going. Maybe by the time I'm 41.