Bucket List or Inventory?

I have a strange bucket list because I sort of wrote it before I was born!  In my 30s my life had undergone some hard and challenging events and I needed to find a way of feeling positive about my achievements whilst also giving me some goals and aspirations to work towards.  So I imagined myself floating around in the womb and began to write a list of what my bucket list would be from when I was  born until, well, I kicked the bucket.

I wanted to live by the sea.  I wanted to work abroad.  I wanted to see the Pyramids, the Great Wall of China and Rome.  I wanted to go whale watching, own dogs, run a road race (I finished last!), buy a house, have a professional manicure (I was 59 when this happened) and drive a Porsche.  I’ve added to it over the years (yes, it is actually written down) – I wanted to play in the World Series of Poker in Las Vegas and it might surprise you to know that this one is ticked!


But interestingly my list wasn’t all about adventures and things. One of my first entries was “to have a best friend”.  I knew that to achieve this would be one of the most important factors to my happiness and joy.  I wanted to get married – this was partly an accepted aspiration for most of my generation but one that would also let me know that I would love and be loved enough for us to tell the world in a public ceremony.  I wanted to have a job that made a real difference to other people’s lives.  And I wanted to be a mom.  I really, really wanted to be a mom.  And now I’ve added that I want to be a Grandma.

When I look at my list of all the things that I feel would show I’d lived a good life I realised I had the balance right.  People and relationships are the sign of a life well lived. Adventures and material things are the supporting act.


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