During a recent lunch break, I asked some of my colleagues if they had any ideas I could use for some of these May blog posts. Someone suggested I describe the things on my "Bucket List." I dismissed the idea pretty quickly -- not because I thought it was a bad idea, but as I thought about what items would be on my list, I realized that ultimately I don't have one. I couldn’t think of any big adventures or experiences or places to visit waiting to be checked off.
Are there things in life I'd still like to do someday? Yeah, sure. But as far as hopes or wishes go, I'm confident most people would consider mine to be pretty mundane. Some of these would be nice experiences to have, but if I don't have them I'm not going to feel any palpable sense of loss. Other items on my would-be list could be things I would have hoped for at one time, but as my priorities shifted and my life rolled along in the direction I'd set, circumstances made those things less likely to ever happen. I accept this easily enough, and maybe that acceptance plays a role in however that downgrade of importance originally began to happen.
But do I see any of these things as essential to do before I die? No, not really. So now that's left me wondering: Is this because I've grown used to disappointment, or because I'm just comfortable with less grandeur? Or is it a mixture of the two?
Maybe I should toy with the idea of putting together a list. I'd expect it'd be something like a birthday list, where you write down the things you hope for even if you know you probably won’t get them all. I guess my problem would be not really having any idea where to start.
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