I’ve been inspired to write a bucket list. I’m not sure if it’s because I often feel most at home in the retirement crowd, or because there are some pretty awesome bloggers out there with bucket lists of their own. And I’m nothing if not a follower. Except when I’m a leader. But the bandwagon’s already left the station on that one, so lets just call me a Lemming of the Day and move on, yes?
So this is my bucket list. The list of things I’d like to do before I die. Yes, I realize most other 29yr olds are making lists of things to do before they turn 30. But I’m an optimist. And a realist. So this is my list of things to do before I die, preferably of old age sitting in a nursing home next to Maggy, reminiscing about the good old days when my two-year old son listened to me, did his chores, and ate his vegetables without ever uttering anything other than the most well-articulated “Thank You, Mama Dear” you’ve ever heard.
I said I’d accomplish it before I die. Not before I become senile.
- Run a 5k. Actually run it. Start to finish. Without dying.
- Learn to swim. It’s like running. But in water.
- Make something on Pinterest. Like it actually looks on pinterest.
- Learn to speak Spanish. They say its a passing fad. But I’d at least like to know what my children’s toys are saying to them.
- Organize my photo albums. Because you can only post so many pictures of your children on facebook before your friends block you from their newsfeed.
- Eat at a restaurant I’ve read about in Bon Appetit. Someplace where they don’t have a kid’s menu. Or booster seats. Or coupons.
- Write an actual column for an actual publication.
- Bake my own bread. In a bread machine. Old School, yo.
- Plant a vegetable garden. I’d say “grow”…but I’m trying to keep this bucket list realistic.
- Learn to can. So I can save all those vegetables I grow. And then I’ll put them in the pantry, all lined up, and force unsuspecting Mormon missionaries to come in and gaze upon the fruits of my labor.
- Eat without consequence. I think I have to be breastfeeding again for this one.
- Become a wet nurse.
- Finish my children’s baby books. Before they turn
- Attend BlogHer. On my own. In a big city. Childless. I swear I’ll even go to a session or two.
- Run a 10k.
- Die in my own bed, safe in the knowledge that I just finished my first 10k.
- Take the day off.