I am about ten years late to get on board with a Bucket List.
But I feel that triathlon has taught me so much about myself these past two years, I was ill-prepared to make any sort of goals or aspirations before then. Strange? Maybe. Me strange? Oh, what else is new?
When I sat down to write My Official Bucket List, I felt strange. Mostly because my list was so short. What did it mean? A short bucket list? Did it mean that my life was fulfilling? Or that I didn’t dream big enough? Hmmm….
At first thought, I could only think of five things for my Bucket List.
1) Finish an Ironman.
2) Go back to New York City.
3) Write a book.
4) Ride a mechanical bull.
5) Drink wine and eat cheese with the Expert in Venice, while wearing a paisley scarf, red lipstick and riding in a gondola being maneuvered by someone who looks like Clive Owen. (This one is very specific.)
Strange. Really? Is that all I want to do before I die?
What does it mean? What. Does. It. Mean? Waaaaaa…
Then I started thinking of things I would like to do – not just things I need to do before I died. I realized that my Bucket List had taken on a theme of a “chore” – an actual “list” that I had to complete and that stressed me out…..
When I viewed the list as things I needed to get done – I wanted to make it short, so I could accomplish it.
But when I thought of things I would like to do before I died… well, the floodgates opened. I started writing and I could have gone on for days.
….Take a trip to Fuji. Buy something from Cartier and return it the next day. Trail run and like it. Learn to make stained glass. Lay on a beach buck naked in the middle of a crowd and not care. Climb Kilimanjaro. Learn to throw and fire a pot. Go to Kona (to watch once, and to race just once… I know, I know). Run a marathon. Sleep in a hammock on a beach all night long. Make fresh orange juice. Take cooking classes. Try foie gras without puking. Travel to Japan. Go to a Bon Jovi concert (again). See the Mayan ruins. Run the Leadville Marathon. Go streaking. Visit Germany. Take a Tour de France vacay. Live in my hometown again, just for a year or two. Take art lessons. Learn to play darts so I can win in any bar, on any continent. Learn to make origami swans. Go platinum blonde. Go to one of those fancy island resorts and sleep in a mosquito netted hut like in the Twilight movies. Learn to sail. Get a proper bra fitting. See Montipichu. Visit Mexio. Write a ridiculous novel like “Fifty Shades of Grey” and make millions to fund my bucket list. Do the Alcatraz swim. Learn to deep water fish. See Tori Amos in concert where I don’t want to pull out my ears. Go to Holland and buy some clogs. Learn to salsa. Sing karaoke, just once….
…and on and on and on….
What’s on your Bucket List?