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?
Kim says
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!
gina knuppenburg says
Book club, YES!
Talya Tate Boerner says
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.