Ever since the movie, The Bucket List, premièred starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, I’ve noticed how many people are taking this idea to heart. For those of you unfamiliar with the phrase, it’s a list of all the things you want to do before you die.
I’ve got to tell you, making a list of things to accomplish before my death, is not a terribly appealing proposition. It only serves as a reminder that I’m mortal, and eventually going to die, and frankly I’d rather not be thinking about it on a daily basis.
Its not that I can’t accept that death is inevitable, it’s just that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life ticking off things on a list that I’m supposed to do before it happens. Call me neurotic, but I may as well be carrying around a bucket of my cremated ashes.
Just the thought of writing such a list, gives me the creeps. Do I need to spend the rest of my life planning what I’d like to cram in before the last day of it? I’m breaking out into a sweat just thinking imagining the possibility. I can’t imagine putting myself under such pressure.
So, while some of you may believe in the idea of a bucket list – all the more power to you. List your vacation spots, your goals, and your wildest dreams if you want. But I’m skipping the bucket list for now, taking one day at a time, going with whatever comes my way, until I actually kick the bucket