I had a bucket list. It was full of great stuff. Like eating ice cream while I swam the English Channel. Making an igloo in my backyard, which can only be accomplished during one of two of the really frozen tundra days we have here in the Midwest. Memorizing the constitution. Now, before it is changed. Then, there is my favorite, sky gliding while eating ice cream (ice cream is in there a lot), and at the same time taking a selfie for my Facebook post.
That leads me to how my bucket list fell over. I was just getting to number 23 on my list, jogging through the Grand Canyon while eating ice cream, when I had an overwhelming thought. Well, actually, a one-word thought. STOP! And then, following that word came this:
Isn’t life just one huge bucket list? Every day we have some sort of bucket we have to carry or take something from. Like today, my bucket list consisted of talking to roofers, unloading the dishwasher, reading the paper and news reports online. Charging my phone, going to a meeting – no two, and fixing chicken fajitas for dinner. But it also included talking to my daughters about their days over the phone, listening to a friend’s predicament – just listening, chatting over dinner with my husband, drinking some very good wine and reading a chapter or two in a great book. Also watching a hawk soar and dive in the sky right outside my back window. So, yeah, my bucket list fell over. I suppose at the end of every day my bucket list falls over. And I’m pretty glad that it does. Because the next day it’s empty and ready to be filled again.