Start Here

For years I've done one thing without fail: eat out and tell people exactly what to order. The tiny place without a PR machine where the owner ages the galbi himself, the famous one that actually earns its queue, the spot on your corner you keep walking past. Over 800 restaurants now.

And somewhere in there, the thing I loved became a routine. It made life easy. I got comfortable. Honestly, I got lazy. Everything that wasn't eating got the same three words: I'll do it later.

People say by 40, you're supposed to have it all figured out. I believed that. Before I turned 40, I watched a film called Here. One room, one spot, a whole life passing through it, everyone always meaning to do the thing, later. It felt like me. So I said it out loud: I'm going to write my bucket list. I bought the paper. I bought the pens.

Then I turned 41. The paper was still blank. A whole year, and I couldn't even write down a simple bucket list.

Try it yourself:

So I'm done calling it a bucket list. A bucket list is for someday. This is a TODO list, and things on a TODO list get done. The whole thing lives on The List: 71 things, filling in, in public, as I actually do them.

The first one I'm doing is the food one: the map of all 800 restaurants I kept putting off. I'm finally making it. Every Thursday I send you one place worth your money, free. Members get the whole map, wherever I go next.