No Bucket List Required
My annual girls event is a "gingerbread party". It started a few years ago when a friend of mine was recovering from a divorce and she mentioned that the one thing she missed was making a gingerbread house every Christmas with her ex-husband.
After realizing that she missed the event, not necessarily the person she was doing it with, we started the gingerbread event and it has become a wonderful time, usually involving a few bottles of wine, a bunch of girls, some bringing their children, and lots of mess.
One of the topics of conversation this year was "The Bucket List," and I realized, with profound certainty, that I have no such thing. I'm also pretty certain that I don't want one.
My life has been a journey, always striving to do more, always looking for the next adventure. I certainly have some things I would like to do, but I wouldn't feel that something was left "unfinished" if I didn't get to do or see something before I pass on.
I don't know if that is odd, or just more pragmatic. I look back on my life and sometimes am amazed at my list of accomplishments. None of them felt all that spectacular while I was in the process of doing them; it was just one step at a time, and then they were done, much like running a half-marathon.
So, no bucket list for me. I am content. I do have my plans, but I know that, if I don't live to see tomorrow, I would leave this world very, very content with my life and what was done with it. Everything more is just a delightful icing on an already yummy cake - or gingerbread house.
After realizing that she missed the event, not necessarily the person she was doing it with, we started the gingerbread event and it has become a wonderful time, usually involving a few bottles of wine, a bunch of girls, some bringing their children, and lots of mess.
One of the topics of conversation this year was "The Bucket List," and I realized, with profound certainty, that I have no such thing. I'm also pretty certain that I don't want one.
My life has been a journey, always striving to do more, always looking for the next adventure. I certainly have some things I would like to do, but I wouldn't feel that something was left "unfinished" if I didn't get to do or see something before I pass on.
I don't know if that is odd, or just more pragmatic. I look back on my life and sometimes am amazed at my list of accomplishments. None of them felt all that spectacular while I was in the process of doing them; it was just one step at a time, and then they were done, much like running a half-marathon.
So, no bucket list for me. I am content. I do have my plans, but I know that, if I don't live to see tomorrow, I would leave this world very, very content with my life and what was done with it. Everything more is just a delightful icing on an already yummy cake - or gingerbread house.