I'm pretty embarrassed that I haven't added anything to my doing "100 New Things" list since January. I have done things, just not recorded them.
Thing number 4 is...well...I'll just say that a friend invited me to a concert. I said yes without even knowing who we were seeing. 
It ended up being Brandi Carlile who was talented and wonderful and all that. Her songs were little stories of feelings as such. It made me think of the upheavals in my own life. Still raw from my little break up with you-know-who, well...I pretty much cried through the whole concert. 
Lucky for me, I got this crying thing down so I was real stealth about dabbing my eyes and such. Pretty sure no one noticed.
So I guess number 4 is this concert: going artist unknown to a new venue,  discovering said artist was singing my tune, then just crying all those feelings out. 

New thing number 3: I sold a house I didn't even want to horrible people who deserve to have said dwelling tightly rolled up karma style and shoved up their asses. That horrible.

But it's done. Praise the Lord and this bizarre horse girl; it's done.

That's all I'm going to say about that. Onward.

I've ordered myself to try 100 new (to me) things. This isn't a new-year resolution. Rather, it's a gentle nudge to move and grow, all while getting out of my comfort zone. There is no deadline, because that's not how I do life. It ends when it ends. 

Technically, my first new thing happened before Christmas. Since it took some effort on my part, I figured it was a good way to start the list.

1. Catch an exhibit at the fine-arts museum. I've never been to my city's fine-arts museum. That's kind of sad given how long I've lived here. That all changed when I saw an impressionist exhibit was there. I got there at noon, treated myself to lunch and spent some hours wandering through the exhibit all my myself. I have no problem with the solo thing. In fact, I preferred it in this instance. I could enjoy everything at my speed. It was a good "new thing" to start my list.

2. Go out on New Year's Eve. (to a stranger's house! Ack!) - I don't like going out on New Year's Eve. Mostly because I'm 100% positive everyone on the road that night is drunk. This time, however, I made an exception. I went to a party and was the designated driver for the night. This was ever so slightly out of my comfort zone because the NYE party scene is not my bag and I wouldn't even have the social crutch of booze to get me through it. What ended up happening is that I had a ton of fun and got my cargo home safely. If everyone on the road was drunk, I didn't even notice.

Ok, two down, ninety eight to go. LET'S DO THIS!