When I was eighteen I had my life all planned out. I’d finish college with a degree in history. I’d find my dream job as a museum curator, get married, have children and then I’d just be a mom. Not lofty goals by any means but I had a plan in place and I started working on it. As life is apt to do, plans changed. I quit college and moved back home. I started working and then went back to community college at night, this time with a different career goal in mind and finally, when I was thirty one I graduated. Not with a degree in history though {business/HR}. There wasn’t a dream job waiting for me- I stayed exactly where I was {and am, currently work-wise}. At that time I was single, living alone, with not a prospect in sight.
Somewhere in there I think I lost my sense of wonder. I worked to support myself. I went to school to have that degree added to my resume {because at the end, I really didn’t want a business degree I just really, really wanted to be done with college}.
Wash, rinse, repeat. I’m stuck in the same cycle. Except, I don’t even have any goals. I have lists upon lists of things I’d like to do but none of any worthwhile consequence. I feel passionless and and I wonder if this makes me small? Closed minded? Lazy?
I’ve begun to keep a notebook of things I’d like to do. A bucket list, if you will. Perhaps it will help me focus and begin to live intentionally. I can’t find the notebook though; been looking for it for weeks. I’m pretty sure number one includes clean up & get organized.
So here is a partial list of things I mean to do:
build a fort {girly and soft. a restful retreat}
spend a whole day reading in fort
mani, pedi, massage
return to Italy with Thom
relearn Italian
learn sign language
read the classics
watch every James Bond movie
write a novel
build and code a website
work from home
visit California
live in the same zip code as my family {must work on getting them to move to Ark!
learn to sew properly
learn to make and edit home videos
perfect French onion soup
get married and have a lovely wedding
get a tattoo
lose weight
start wearing lipstick/lipgloss again
find the perfect shade of red lipstick for me
make my own buttons
own my own business
be more creative
love myself better
buy a new car
plant a hydrangea bush
It’s a good start, I think. What about you? Do you have a bucket list? How do you live intentionally?
Girl, you don't know the half of it!
I've been on hold waiting for the beau to finish law school. It's so close I can taste it but I fear I'll be a dumb secretary for my whole life (not that I'm dumb, just people think secretaries are idiots).
I want to read the classics. I missed a lot of them and I was an ENGLISH MAJOR. I know.
Let's start a book club, yes? I'm serious!
Book club, YES!
I turned 50 this year. And I've been thinking a lot about my bucket list. Must put it on paper… Your post may have just inspired me to get my butt in gear.