Maybe it’s the approach of September 11’s tenth anniversary, maybe it’s the real-deal medical drama with my Dad two months ago, maybe it’s the unsettled feeling from the unstable economy, or hurricane season, or something, but bucket lists have been on my mind lately. Or “master life lists” as I call them. Whatever.
Like many, I have a list of things that seem both exciting to imagine doing, and terrifying to imagine not doing. This list is tucked away in a Google Doc, many items thankfully crossed off, many still in wait.
On Twitter recently, a conversation broke out about “bucket lists” after I posted/tweeted this on Friday:
That led to a post, that led to my revelation that life lists are not complete until they include some good impractical fun.