Why did I write a bucket list?
Tonight my boyfriend asked my why I decided to write a bucket list. My response back to him surprised him a little. I wrote my bucket list because I had to find something to dream for or I didn't know how much longer I would be able around.
He was a little taken back. And I don't blame him. I don't understand it myself. I have a good life. A wonderful man that loves me, 3 beautiful children, a decent job and a roof over our heads.
I come from a single parent home where I was the oldest and had to step up and help raise my siblings until I had my own as a teenager. So my entire life has always been living day to day. Never dreaming for the future. Not mine at least. Sure my kids will do this or see that. But my life was, is and always will be-just make it thru today and tomorrow. And living like that is exhausting. Living like that is depressing.
Making this bucket list has been a life changing, spirit changing experience. For the first time in my life I really sat down and thought about what I want. Where I want to go, what I want to do, what I want to see. I have never been allowed or allowed myself to do that before. And now that I have I feel like I can do anything. I feel like I know me for the first time in my life. Funny huh. 35 yrs old and I just met myself.