Bucket List

On Sundays I usually call my family back home in Newfoundland. We exchange weekly updates, or if I've been particularly swamped with school work and have nothing interesting to say my grandfather will pass some time telling stories. Today he told me about the first roses to be planted in Labrador, the time he interviewed Bobby Helms while working for the CBC and that the first page he turns to when he reads the weekend paper is the obits.

That last bit struck me as particularly morbid but it's certainly not the first time I've heard of it. It made me wonder if it is just an inevitability, that some day I will just look for reasons to contemplate my own morta-

Nope!

I have such a strong aversion to the idea that it's actually difficult for me to focus on the concept. I like to accentuate the positive (eliminate the negative, etc.) and instead I immediately began thinking of all of the things I hope to experience and accomplish over the next few years.

April 2013, crossin' off an item I didn't even realize was on 'the list'

Cue the inaugural Bucket List! "Why have I not written one before?" asks the girl who needs check-lists to get ready for bed. Certainly I could never make an exhaustive tally, and considering my travel addiction it may end up just being a list of every location on earth, but dang if it doesn't feel good to dream! And I can already cross off my first item:

1. Begin a bucket list
2. Listen to Sigur Rós in Iceland
3. Have a birthday pint in a pub abroad
4. Live in a château in France
5. Drink Guinness in Dublin
6. Get a tattoo overseas
7. Volunteer in Russia
8. Discover a new continent
9. To be continued...

I could go on for days, but all of these things are in the works for the next year! Well, except for one, but I'm sure my grandfather wouldn't care for my new ink anyway.

Spread joy up to the maximum!