Do you ever have an idea to do something fun and say to yourself, “We should definitely do that one of these days”? I feel like my friends and I are doing this all. the. time. So often, I don’t even remember what we’d wanted to do.
Well a few weeks ago, I read a blog post on this same topic. I thought it was a great idea and was really motivated by this woman’s list of goals. I’m going to make my own list, I said. And got to thinking... and thinking... and thinking...
Crap. I’ve got nothing. How boring and uninspired am I? Is there truly nothing left I’d like to accomplish? I’ve always said I could die tomorrow and be satisfied that I’ve led a full life, but sh*t, is it bad that I’m happy to just coast through a mediocre life from here on out?
Perhaps it’s the fact that I was raised with a heavy dose of realism - that it was both unreasonable and selfish to expect to stand out in anything or to make any more than $30K a year. Perhaps it was actually accomplishing a lot in my early years, whether I had meant to or not. Like in college when I found myself meeting and working with so many of my cheerleading idols, doing things I’d only seen on TV, and realizing I was damn good at it. That was fun!
|Photo options are lacking. #beforedigitalcameras|
And how when I turned 21 and was finally old enough to coach (yea, you see my priorities back then? Nerd.), I took my first team to states. In hindsight I realize that can be a once in a lifetime thing in itself.
|My girls. Couldn't be prouder.|
My friends and I had the most insane, VIP, deathly ill for 2 weeks afterward trip to Vegas. Nope, I’ll never get that experience again.
|Me and my BFFs circa 2007.|
I’ve traveled to Amsterdam, Dubai, Abu Dhabi, South Beach, Kuwait. Heck, I even slept for several nights in Saddam Hussein’s former palace. In his actual beds. Seriously. Who else can say that??
|In Baghdad. So badass.|
So when it comes to writing my bucket list, I’m afraid the bucket is almost full. The only things that come to mind now are so simple, I almost feel stupid writing them. They are:
- Become a wife.
- Grow my own human and raise it too.
- Take a couples trip to Disney, New Orleans, Vegas, and Napa. Without kids.
- Get to know God and His purpose for me in the next 30 years.
That’s it. I hope I haven’t become boring in my “old” age, but rather content. Try writing your own bucket list. It’s harder than you think!