1. Have a surgery that wasn't life-saving or ultimately absolutely necessary. I'm terrified of anesthesia.
2. Quit my job and strike out on my own as a nomad. As delightful as it would be to have no responsibilities and travel around, it's just not how I'm made.
3. Go spelunking. Jack wants someday to do the underground tours of Carlsbad Caverns, and to this, I give him a hearty "No thank you."
4. Celebrate New Year's Eve in Times Square. Or, really, even in Las Vegas. (I think this might make the top three Worst Nightmares I Can Imagine list.)
5. Not take care of my parents when and if they needed it, or allow anything to jeopardize the relationship I have with my parents. More and more lately, I recognize how lucky I am to have such a good relationship with them.
6. Jump willingly from a plane, platform, mountain, or otherwise high place that would require a parachute and a change of underwear.
7. Run for President. Mostly of the United States, but really of anything, probably.
8. Compromise my beliefs for any one or any thing.
9. Give up teaching The Great Gatsby in any American Literature-based course I teach. (courtesy of Emily Beaver, my former APEL student and published authoress)
10. Blindly allow an affiliation (political party, religion, job status, union, membership, etc.) to define what I think about an issue, the issues that I care about, or how I live my life inside my brain.