Bucket Lists: on ambition, rare things, and faith
Carried along by ambitious tidal waves of the new year, I made a bucket list. Next to neat little squares to check off, I wrote down twenty items for 2024 in my bullet journal. Real life confession: It is May and I’ve completed one. Yes, you can laugh. I did when I just took a peek at the list. In my defense, many are seasonal and have yet to become options, one I attempted, but was canceled and therefore, is not my fault, and one is in the process of being completed. They really are not outrageous things like “go to France!” or “run a marathon!” No, they are quite do-able things like go to the local art museum, run a 5K, finally make a recipe from Pieometry , or sew a skirt. What really ignited me as I stood at the precipice of a new year, was not only the excitement of a new year, but of the anticipation of the day after the new year. On January 2nd, my baby turned one which meant I was about to wean which meant I...