For Christmas, I had asked my mother for a sewing basket.
In that basket was a piece of my youth.
My aunt had included an old bucket list I had made while I was living with her.
- Dance like no one is watching
- Write a book
- Find God
Kiss a stranger
- Learn to belly dance
- Learn the guitar
- Start waking up at 5 a.m.
- Go to Africa
Pay off credit cards(we once again have credit card debt, but I had paid off them all at one point)
- Learn a foreign language
Shoot a gun Get married Golf
- Learn to surf
- Go bowling in a prom dress
- Go to a haunted house
Learn to mix drinks Grill a steak
- Plant a garden
Do I still want to some of these things?
Maybe some of them.
Actually, maybe all of them still?
Except for finding God. I spent a few years on that, but I really don’t know if I ever will, or if I even want to anymore? We shall see as time goes on.
Also, one thing I really love about blogging…I can write about these things, and share pictures, and then feel comfortable actually being able to throw away this piece of paper.
So thank you for letting me share.