Part 4: What have I done?!?

If you haven't noticed yet, based on the three texts I already wrote about it, I just turned 40 years old on January 2nd, 2023. To mark this occasion, I made a list of 40 things I have done before turning 40. 

Be completely naked online, willingly

Be homeless

Be in the middle of a sex sandwich

Cry in front of someone else

Date people from different genders

Fly first class (as a passenger)

Get a piercing

Get a tattoo

Get drunk

Get high

Go scuba diving

Go to a theme park (like Disney)

Go to a water park

Go to Berghain and actually get in

Go to Oktoberfest

Have a heated argument with someone

Have a master's degree

Have my heart broke by someone

Have sex in public

Have sex with multiple people at once

Learn another language

Learn to drive stick

Live in a different country

Make up with someone I previously fought

Marry the love of my life

Meet and spend time with my four grandparents

Move out of my parent's house

Plant a tree

Save someone's life

Say goodbye to someone I loved

See a musical live

See my favorite band live

Sing live in front of an audience

Stand under a waterfall

Swim naked outdoors

Use an illegal substance

Visit 52 countries in the world

Visit all inhabited continents on earth

Volunteer

Write and published a book

There are of course many more things I've done, but I wanted to keep it at 40 to match my age (and to keep you from getting bored) so I picked the ones I thought were worth mentioning. 

Here's to the rest of my life, and to everything I can still do!

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