I dislike bucket lists entirely because of their name.
And yes I realize this is rather shallow of me but there ya go…
I dislike the term “kick the bucket’. I find it irritating. Perhaps because I’ve always rather liked buckets, though frankly I prefer the term “pail”.
(Ironically I also like the song A Whiter Shade of Pale and have requested it played at my funeral.
Life is weird isn’t it?)
I don’t make bucket lists. I make lists entitled “Goals for 2013” or “To Do In 2013” or “A Kick Butt 2013”.
(Or 2012, or 2014… You get the idea).
I also make lists entitled “One Year Goals”, “Three Year Goals, “Five Year Goals” and so on. “Seven Year Goals”, Ten Year Goals, Fifteen Year Goals, and Twenty Year Goals are in there too.
Every damn year between Twenty and Thirty are also represented. (As in Thirty-One Year Goals, etc…) As well as Thirty to Forty.
I am nothing if not optimistic.
I figure when I’m 80 or 85 or 90 or 103 or whatever I’ll still be busy plotting and planning and generally drive everyone around me stark staring bonkers.
That, in fact, is one of my all time top goals. But don’t tell my kids will you?