I have already filled my Bucket List half way. You can swish it around and peruse my reasoning for bucket fillage here. I pledged a full list with replacements for those items completed. Each drop has the potential of overflowing my bucket and forming an ocean of wishes. So, here I go… drip, drop, drip.
Write in my personal hand-written journal every day for a year instead of a “little bit here” and a “little bit there” and “Oh! Look! I haven’t written in six months!”
Learn to snow ski despite my general aversion to snow.
Build an astonishing Shakespeare DVD collection.
Master the art of making samosas.
Reignite my passion for photography, obtain better equipment and shoot everything.
Have season tickets to the ballet… while living in a city cultured enough to actually have a ballet company.
Take a major trip alone.
Join a book club.
Start and host a book club.
Go to a Renaissance Fair in costume.
Recertify and get a new SCUBA license. Use it to explore an old shipwreck.
Be debt free.
Digitize all my parents’ photographic slides.
Successfully sign up for and complete a month of NaBloPoMo. That’s ‘National Blog Posting Month’ for you non-bloggy people.
Oh, while I’m at it… sign up for and successfully complete NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Win? No… though that would be lovely.
Go to a World Cup match.
Create a memory box of items, letters, photographs, etc. that exemplify me, bury it in the ground (or maybe just a safe deposit box) and leave instructions on where to find it in my will.
Go to a major airport, buy a ticket for the next available international flight, go wherever it takes me and stay for at least a week.
Write a heart felt and honest hand-written message, put it in a bottle and throw that sucker into the ocean from a boat or a ship at least twenty-five miles from the nearest shore.
Get my nose pierced.
Go to a rave in Germany.
Have backstage passes for a major concert (preferably rock or alternative).
Make love on an overnight train.
Spend Christmas & New Year’s Eve in Hawaii.
Ride more roller coasters.
Plant a garden and harvest my own vegetables. If you know me and, more personally, my alter-ego, “Plant Executioner”, then this is quite amusing… though no less true.
See Bon Jovi at least one more time in concert.
Get two, maybe three, more tattoos… one of them in a foreign country.
Live in/near/around London. You get the idea.
Walk up to a complete stranger in a restaurant, airport, sports arena… wherever… and ask him out. I'd say "kiss him" b-u-t... I've already done that.
Go home to Kenya, find one of the trees (still standing) I used to climb regularly as a child (and teenager) and climb it.
Go horseback riding alone on a beach. (It’s very cliché, I know, but I have ridden a camel on the beach. What would I pick other than a horse… an emu?)
Complete a book of poems and have it bound for me to put on my bookshelf and pass down to my children.
Own one fashionista outfit that makes me look like I actually care about fashion.
Go on a blind date.
Get another computer dedicated solely to music storage/iTunes.
Eat vegetarian for six months… just to see what happens to my body.
Have a wall of clocks showcasing the time from places around the world.
Dress up as Buttercup from ‘The Princess Bride’ one Halloween and go to a party accompanied by my very own Westley. (Prerequisite: Bucket List item ONE.)
Stick to a strict budget for at least a year so that it becomes habit.
Slide down a firehouse pole and ride in a fire truck.
Attend a murder mystery weekend.
Have one article/feature in a respected travel magazine/publication.
Keep a detailed dream journal.
Read a poem at an open mic night.
Learn to appreciate an exquisite wine. Wait. Rewind. Learn more about wine.
Dye my hair brown.
Grow a potted herb garden.
Develop my own home decorating style even if I am still living in a crappy apartment.
Buy all of my Christmas presents before Halloween.
And… that was highly anti-climactic... for now.