Tuesday, June 29, 2010

There's a hope in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza...

I'm doing that thing again where I stubbornly sit outside and try to use my laptop, even though I can't really see the screen, because it finally feels like summer and I don't want to go inside and be practical, dang it. You'd laugh if you could see my stubborn squinting face.

I was watching late night TV last night/this morning, which I haven't done in years, and wound up catching a bit on Nightline about The Secret and the booming self-help industry. I don't know much, but I'm pretty sure that The Secret isn't really a secret at all. The idea that positive thinking, creating a vision for your future, and believing in the possibility of success will help you to accomplish your goals is as old as religion, as old as logic, as old as dirt. Now, granted, I believe in a God who actively intervenes in our lives, and The Secret is more about quantum theory and mind over matter and self-fulfillment than seeking the will of the Almighty, but it all (prayer, intentional thought, a good attitude, visualizing success) boils down to the same idea: things are more likely to happen if you believe they will happen. If you have faith. If you have hope. If you speak the words and put the idea out there.

Which is why I like bucket lists. There is something powerful about writing down the things you'd like to see happen, about having them visibly before you. I'm more likely to accomplish goals when they are clearly laid out for me. I like assignments, and really, that's what a bucket list is: life homework. Things to do before the deadline, pun intended.

I've been extremely blessed to have had the opportunity to check a lot of big things of my list, which causes me to rethink and restructure and rearrange my priorities so as to always have a goal to push toward. When you aren't a particularly career-driven kid, it's easy to become sort of, well, stuck. Bucket lists are a little magical for me because they give me something to aspire to, and some idea of what I really want to be when I grow up.

So here's my list, as it is today: incomplete, ever evolving, and completely unrealistic - exactly the way I want it to be.

Bucket List

  • Learn to sail. Not in a onetimelessoncutelittletourist way, but in an allowmetotakeyououtonmysailboat way
  • Get paid to write something/have something published
  • Become a competent seamstress
  • Set foot on every continent except Antarctica. I have no desire to go to Antarctica. Walk the streets of Santorini, ride a gondola in Venice, order a beer in a pub in Limerick, wear a beret in Paris, dress like a Harajuku girl in Tokyo
  • Do something to serve someone else at least once a day
  • Write a knitting pattern that becomes an internet sensation
  • Give a wildly extravagant gift to a stranger
  • Sleep under a bridge
  • Do a perfect cartwheel
  • Learn to cook like a grownup. Know my way around a kitchen. Season things with confidence.
  • Have a baby
  • Practice yoga every day for a whole year
  • Get married for keeps
  • Stay here
  • See the Northern Lights
  • Ride on a dog sled
  • Go backpacking. Leave the mascara at home (one small step for man, one giant leap...)
  • Return to my natural hair color
  • See Burning Man. I don't necessarily want to stay there, I just want to see it.
  • Learn Swahili and/or sign language. Practical, no?
  • Participate in a flash mob
  • Read War and Peace. Seriously.
  • Grow something edible
  • Stop biting my fingernails once and for all
  • Adopt a child
  • Become more comfortable being uncomfortable
  • Give James Taylor a high five
  • Create something new - a new kind of business, a store, an idea, a non-profit- discover a new way to do something that's been done a thousand times before. Have an original idea, and follow through on it.
  • Successfully eliminate high fructose corn syrup from my life. :)
  • Memorize at least 100 Bible verses
  • Sit in a hot spring in Iceland. So what if I got that idea from The Bachelorette?
  • See the Waitomo Glow Worms in New Zealand
  • Get scuba certified
  • Play a team sport, regularly, on an actual team. Be not half bad.
  • Open an Etsy store
  • Sing an original song at an open mic night
And for good measure, and to feel that deep satisfaction that comes with knowing I've actually checked a few things off the list, here are a few of the things on older lists that I've managed to do:
  • Go on safari in Africa
  • Ride a horse in the ocean
  • Skydive
  • Get a tattoo
  • Visit the Globe Theater in London
  • See Bill Cosby live
  • Swim with dolphins (and stingrays, which was better)
  • Climb a waterfall
  • Graduate from college
  • Learn to knit well enough to make whatever I want
  • Have the lead in a play
  • Eat a snail
  • Participate in a serious race
  • Live in a tourist destination city
  • Make a decent bucket list. ;)
Alrighty, kids. I showed you mine. Now you show me yours.

love.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

Sometime I will have to tell you my story about a bucket list I wrote. Remind me.

Also - when I read that you ate a snail, I thought, "gross". Then I remembered that I've done that too. "Gross".

I like your list and your goals and i think I can help you accomplish a few. I know how to do a perfect cartwheel and I'm good at cooking in the kitchen with spices. :) good thing we're going to be roommates

karyn said...

I am sooooo glad we're going to be roommates. We will be happy skippy cartwheeling kitchen cooking cozy roommates. Happy happy day!

thatoneguy said...

Wait--you're going to be roommates?!?!? See, I get sick for a week and a half, and everything goes crazy...

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