Bucket list. What freaking list?

I know many of you have bucket lists and have shared with others. I am not sure what triggered this with me but I think I can come up with one that has been floating around in my mind for quite some time. Now, I am ready to share it with others. Congratulations, you are now entering the dark depths of my heart and mind. Buckle up. The ride is going to be a bit uneventful.

Two week trip to Italy, France and Ireland and visit a few museums and churches that I studied in Art History class. I never sold my book back. I bookmarked the specific locations and artwork I want to see, admire and photograph. [Let me take a selfie.]

Sit on the third base line at a Yankee game. Front row, of course!

Spend a long weekend in Atlanta with my old friend Carol Lane visiting and playing with all the farm animals. Ride horses and sit on the porch drinking lemonade and catching up.

Take the kids to Disneyworld for a week so they can lose their fuzzy little minds. Booked! The kids are going this summer and have NO idea. I can hardly contain myself.

Spend a week in Bora Bora or far away island in the Pacific, just soaking in the sun, watching the sunrise and sunset. Getting back in tune with myself and realize how small I really am, compared to the entire universe.

Create some art to go on display at a local gallery. Invite a small group of friends to the show.

See Elton John in concert, one more time.

Do 10 push-ups correctly, without stopping.

Run a mile under 9.5 minutes.

See James Franco on/off Broadway performance. It would be cool if I could meet him, too.

Write a short story and have it published.

Item #550: When we compete to be excellent, we are really competing with ourselves.


I love your guts!