Today I'm blogging with some friends about our respective "bucket lists" - the things we'd like to do before we die. I've been thinking about this for two damn days and here it is:
That's it, that's all I've come up. I've had this goal for a long time and have worked at it sporadically over the last seven years. The older I get the harder it is and it may never happen. I can live with that.
Sure, there are lots of things I'd like to do - travel to Bangkok, see the Northern Lights, go rockhunting for aquamarine. But these things are fairly arbitrary and after all of my contemplation I realized that my mind just doesn't work this way. I can't settle on a bucket list and I don't really want a bucket list. I'd like to say that's because I live in the moment, but if that were true I think I would be content all the time. Maybe I don't like thinking about my own mortality, maybe a list would cause me undue pressure - at any rate my mind won't cooperate and I learned a long time ago not to argue with it.
So there it is, a chin-up. I hope you don't feel cheated by this post, I suggest that you visit the blogs of my friends to read about their much more interesting lists: