The List inside the Bucket

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I don't know why I've never attempted to create a bucket list. Maybe cause I never allow myself to dream too wildly, which is not good. That's what dreams are for, aren't they? Or I do not allow myself to dream anything that I know damn well I'll never do, but again - that's why they're called dreams.

So, today, I've decided to let myself go, climb out & dream. 10,000, 1,000, 500, 100 or even 50 seem overwhelming right now, so I'll start w/15 - a nice, small, number.

1. visit the coastal islands of Georgia
2. " " Sanibel Beach, Florida, & add to my shell collection
3. " " Italy
4. " " Greece
   
5. open a restaurant for the homeless; no money required
6. own a bookstore
7. own a big, old farmhouse w/wraparound porch
8. learn to ride a horse
9. own a nursery
10. photograph L.A. from the "Hollywood" sign
11. display my photographs at an art gallery
12. spend a week on an exotic, luxury island
13. wear a slinky, sexy dress w/spaghetti straps
14. attend a real "high end" occasion that will require said dress
15. rent a cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains
    

Kind of a sad list, isn't? I mean, what's wild about these things? These are very normal, "do-able" things. I mean, you don't see anything uninhibited, like 'swim the Serengeti', or "bungy jump off the side of a cliff," you know? I think this list kinda shows how I limit myself and "keep safe' I am, even in my dreams.

Wonder when will I wake up & live my best life?




Sky picture by: me :-)