Apparently, everybody is now supposed to have a “bucket list”. I constantly hear people talking about theirs, and asking me about mine.
Let me just see if I understand this correctly. As a happy, well-adjusted adult in the prime of life, I am supposed to create a list of things I’d like to accomplish and enjoy before I (ahem) “kick the bucket”. Right?
OK. I get the general idea. Don’t just sit back and wait for adventure, blah-blah. Grab for all the gusto, yada-yada.
I’m on board with all that. Really! I absolutely believe that we make our own happiness, and that we all need to live our lives fully and richly. We need to pursue our dreams.
I get it!
But here’s what I just don’t get.
Why does everybody seem to think that every item on my “bucket list” is supposed to scare the hell out of me? Why do all the lists I see involve things like ziplining in the Amazon forest, or jumping out of an airplane? I’ve read some of those “bucket list” blogs and articles!
People are doing things like riding every roller coaster in the country! Or break dancing in the middle of Central Park!
That kind of thing is not exactly me. You know? In fact, that kind of thing is the kind of thing that makes me run screaming into the night.
Sometimes an opportunity to do something
dangerous exciting comes up in my life, and friends start chirping “bucket list”! And I start shaking my head and backing out the door, saying “nope, uh-uh, no way, not me”.
And then I feel like a wimp. Or worse, I feel like someone who doesn’t fully appreciate the richness of life.
But I do!
And I do have my own little “bucket list”. Its just that mine is….well…on the tame side.
Some time in my life, before I die, I want to live right on the beach. I want to walk the shore at dawn, when everything is silent and calm. I want to sit on my deck and watch a full moon rise over the open sea.
Before I leave this life, I want to take my grandchildren to Disney. I want to ride on Dumbo the Elephant again, and spin in the teacups and eat ice cream at Epcot. I want to watch the neon lights of the Main Street Parade while holding the hand of a toddler.
On my bucket list I have items like swimming in a lake with my dogs, off of any leashes. Things like growing a successful eggplant or singing the Hallelujah Chorus without looking at the music.
I know. These things are a little simple, a little dull.
But my bucket list is peaceful. And it is mine.
People may shake their heads and shrug their shoulders at me, but I don’t care. My bucket is filled with activities that won’t cause me to kick it, and that’s what really counts!