Drops Can Fill An Ocean

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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.

FIFTY ONE
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!”

FIFTY TWO
Learn to snow ski despite my general aversion to snow.

FIFTY THREE
Build an astonishing Shakespeare DVD collection.

FIFTY FOUR
Master the art of making samosas.

FIFTY FIVE
Reignite my passion for photography, obtain better equipment and shoot everything.

FIFTY SIX
Have season tickets to the ballet… while living in a city cultured enough to actually have a ballet company.

FIFTY SEVEN
Take a major trip alone.

FIFTY EIGHT
Join a book club.

FIFTY NINE
Start and host a book club.

SIXTY
Go to a Renaissance Fair in costume.

SIXTY ONE
Recertify and get a new
SCUBA license. Use it to explore an old shipwreck.

SIXTY TWO
Be debt free.

SIXTY THREE
Digitize all my parents’ photographic slides.

SIXTY FOUR
Successfully sign up for and complete a month of
NaBloPoMo. That’s ‘National Blog Posting Month’ for you non-bloggy people.

SIXTY FIVE
Oh, while I’m at it… sign up for and successfully complete
NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Win? No… though that would be lovely.

SIXTY SIX
Go to a World Cup match.

SIXTY SEVEN
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.

SIXTY EIGHT
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.

SIXTY NINE
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.

SEVENTY
Get my nose pierced.

SEVENTY ONE
Go to a rave in Germany.

SEVENTY TWO
Have backstage passes for a major concert (preferably rock or alternative).

SEVENTY THREE
Make love on an overnight train.

SEVENTY FOUR
Spend Christmas & New Year’s Eve in Hawaii.

SEVENTY FIVE
Ride more roller coasters.

SEVENTY SIX
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.

SEVENTY SEVEN
See Bon Jovi at least one more time in concert.

SEVENTY EIGHT
Get two, maybe three, more tattoos… one of them in a foreign country.

SEVENTY NINE
Live in/near/around London. You get the idea.

EIGHTY
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.

EIGHTY ONE
Go home to Kenya, find one of the trees (still standing) I used to climb regularly as a child (and teenager) and climb it.

EIGHTY TWO
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?)

EIGHTY THREE
Complete a book of poems and have it bound for me to put on my bookshelf and pass down to my children.

EIGHTY FOUR
Own one fashionista outfit that makes me look like I actually care about fashion.

EIGHTY FIVE
Go on a blind date.

EIGHTY SIX
Get another computer dedicated solely to music storage/iTunes.

EIGHTY SEVEN
Eat vegetarian for six months… just to see what happens to my body.

EIGHTY EIGHT
Have a wall of clocks showcasing the time from places around the world.

EIGHTY NINE
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.)

NINETY
Stick to a strict budget for at least a year so that it becomes habit.

NINETY ONE
Slide down a firehouse pole and ride in a fire truck.

NINETY TWO
Attend a murder mystery weekend.

NINETY THREE
Have one article/feature in a respected travel magazine/publication.

NINETY FOUR
Keep a detailed dream journal.

NINETY FIVE
Read a poem at an open mic night.

NINETY SIX
Learn to appreciate an exquisite wine. Wait. Rewind. Learn more about wine.

NINETY SEVEN
Dye my hair brown.

NINETY EIGHT
Grow a potted herb garden.

NINETY NINE
Develop my own home decorating style even if I am still living in a crappy apartment.

ONE HUNDRED
Buy all of my Christmas presents before Halloween.

And… that was highly anti-climactic... for now.

“Many drops make a bucket, many buckets make a pond, many ponds make a lake, and many lakes make an ocean.” ~Percy Ross

5 comments:

  1. Thanks for this, Beth. You really got me thinking. In an entirely different direction. Mainly “why?” Not the items on your list. No. They and the ones in your earlier post are charming, a poignant testament to a soul, a body, an intelligence, a unique person.

    A lot of Hollywood films feature a character with some terminal illness, who seems to go about perfectly well, apart from an occasional symptom like a cough or feeling faint---despite having only a few more weeks left to live.

    But then, what those same Hollywood films are really about is finding a meaning to life, amongst all the things, all the relationships, all the implicit bucket lists.

    Until a few days ago I had one thing on my bucket list, and I was working on it every day (or not working on it and feeling the persistent breeze on my skin, of irretrievable moments whizzing by.) Then I abandoned that one thing. It felt scary but then it felt good. Then I stopped taking the medications which my doctor had prescribed and I had been taking, not because I feel unwell (I don’t), but had been persuaded to take in order to prolong my life (to lower the blood pressure and cholesterol).

    Like Zorba the Greek I want to live every day as if it is my last, yet (at the same time) as if I will live forever. I’ll just try and keep everything shipshape so that when I go I’ll leave minimum mess for someone else to clear up. With luck I’ll have time to say goodbye.

    Now: this matter of the meaning of life. Has it been answered? Has the question been asked? Bless you Beth, you and yours.

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  2. So... have you picked one to do first yet? Writing the list is fabulous, but actually doing that stuff is what make life worth living.

    Where are you going to start living?

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  3. @Vincent ~ Bless you as well. Did you find freedom in abandoning that one thing? As for the "meaning of life": I feel we are meant to truly live it... as fully as possible... whatever that means to you.

    @Finn ~ I have to start with ONE. My health. My weight. So many of the other items hinge on me being a better me in the physical sense. And, quite possibly, I will venture off and take a trip alone. I should have clarified that one as an international trip.

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  4. You must really be wanting to snow ski (#48 & $52)! :)

    There has to be a good story behind #80. Is there?

    #89 - I approve! And hope you find your dear sweet Westley as well!

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  5. Oh, boo. I have altered #48. See what happens when you don't keep track. Good story? Not so much. College years. It happened more than once. ;)

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