But the way life has been going lately, with disasters running amok, earthquakes, tornado’s, floods, random crazies with a high power rifles not to mention the texting driver, well, it’s just not the sure thing it used to be.
The thing is, we just don’t know. So I thought it was time to make my Bucket List, to review the things I want to do before I kick it. And so I did.
I want to climb the Sydney Harbor Bridge in Australia. This is huge for someone who is afraid of heights. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let my fear take this dream away from me before I meet The Reaper. Oh, hell no. I want to be up there, synched into my little bridge climbing suit, clamped onto the rail and, in all likelihood, puking over the side of the top. Yup, it’s my dream and I’m going to live it.
I want to visit the three “I’s”, Italy, Ireland and Israel. I want to spend some time there, not rush around from vineyard to castle to ruin. I want to take it slow, drink good wine, eat good food and make good friends. The idea of drunkenly wandering the streets with my belly full of sweet wine, warm bread and local cheese as I greet small children and little dogs kind of makes my heart sing. I’m afraid that’s about as risqué as I get, so I’m good with it. I want to make memories that will cradle me into my old age and make me smile in my sleep.
I’ve always wanted to have a steamy one night stand in an elevator. I’m not sure what movie I saw that put that image in my head, but I curse the day. Of course, it would have been the thing to do when I had a young body, no cellulite and was about forty pounds lighter. If you know me at all, this desire is completely out of character for me. I’m not holding my breath for this one. Committed love is all I am capable of and I count my blessings that I have it in my life. Still, maybe if he wore a fake mustache, changed his name to Pablo and I don a blonde wig, wear four inch high heels (which I would desperately try not to fall off of), maybe, just maybe it could still happen. Hope is good thing to have.
I want to have more parties. I used to have them all the time when I was in my twenties and thirties. Then life got serious, money was tight and parties were usually with Mickey, Pluto and the Little Mermaid. Parties are fun and I miss them. I want to have a couple of big parties a year. Where people dress outrageously, the food is decadent, the liquor superb and the live music won’t allow your bones to sit in the chair. You would think this one would be easy, but with work, schedules, traveling, holidays, blah, blah, blah, there is always an excuse for reason and frugality. Damn reason and frugality! They are both over rated.
I’d love to learn Yoga. To be serene, and have a “special place” in my mind to go to when the world gets a little rough. The last time (about fifteen years ago) I attended a Yoga class I was asked to leave as my whining was disturbing the other participants. Harsh. If you can’t whine and complain while you are stretching and contorting your body in an inexplicable way, when can you? Still, the essence of Yoga has always allured me. And I mean to give it another chance, this time without all the bitching.
I want to ride my bike more often. Weekly. Maybe even daily. Okay, maybe not daily, let’s not get crazy, but I miss the days when I would jump on my bike, ride five blocks to the store to pick up a loaf of bread and fruit and ride home. Bike riding connects us with our neighborhoods, passing dogs, beautiful trees and blue skies. I’ve spent years getting in my air conditioned car to make that same five block drive and I’m not the better for it.
I want to do crafts with my daughter (still), play games with my friends and go to a lot more book clubs. These are the things that lower our blood pressure, calm our souls and remind us how good life is when we value the things we inexplicably call the “little things”.
I’m still pondering what additions I will make to this list, but for now, I’m pretty satisfied. Still, I do wonder how it compares with other people’s lists and the things that matter to them/you.
I’ve noticed that my list is a combination of things I’ve never done and things I miss doing. Happiness is funny that way. It lingers in the past and lurches towards the future.
All I have to do is make it happen. That, and not kick the bucket until I do.