Since I turned 40, I have done a bunch of stuff on my bucket list, for instance:
- Write three books (two published)
- Travel in 19 countries
- Take up a competitive sport and advance in it
- Start skiing again
- Do service in a 3rd world country with my kids
- Fall in love (that didn’t work out, but now I know it can happen!)
I’m not done, of course. I’M JUST WARMING UP! That’s the thing about shifting some of your unhealthy habits to healthy ones–you get YOUNGER and you tap energy you’d forgotten long ago that you once had. You get to do stuff on your bucket list!
I got on the back of Dixon’s Harley to drive the Alpine Loop and I was enthralled, enamored, blown away. “OMG!” was my out-loud reaction. (My secret reaction was, “Move out of my way and let me drive!”) But I am intimidated because I’m not mechanical and that kick-start thing reminds me of the lawnmower rip cord. I love mowing but hate dislocating my shoulder using the ripcord. I texted Dix and he said, DUH, they start with a button nowadays! Yay!
So, new things for my bucket list for the next 18 months? In no particular order:
- Go to Africa
- Go to Australia / New Zealand
- Write a couple more books
- Start a new web site
- Hold a GSG retreat
- Buy a Harley and learn to ride it
Somebody hold my feet to the fire and ask me how many of these I’ve done, in a year.
Please make a bucket list of what you’re going to do with all your newfound energy. Don’t let your conversations when you’re 65 be about what your cardiologist said about your need for stents and open-heart surgery, and how much your joints hurt, and how you aren’t digesting your food and the Metamucil just isn’t working any more, and how your Prilosec is bothering your stomach, and . . . .
(In case you’re wondering, that’s part of a real live conversation I had with a 65-year old person who is no longer LIVING but rather is SLOWLY DYING and it’s by CHOICE because she is reaping the sad consequences of lifestyle choices. It’s not just depressing to listen to, it’s got to be a nightmare to LIVE that life! And why? So that you can cling to the one pleasure you have left–In ‘N Out Burger?)
I have been accused of having a mid-life crisis. No way! (Where’s the crisis?)
I’m just LIVING in mid-life rather than settling into an armchair and beginning to die. When did this become the standard?! Join me for more Mid-Life Mojo than you ever dreamed possible.