Sunday 2 January 2011 - Filed under Featured Articles
At some time during the past decade, the term “bucket list” sprang into our everyday vocabularies. Certainly, neither of my parents nor my grandparents, any grand-uncle or, even, cousin had a bucket list. Guess they were preoccupied with settling the territory for statehood, winning the 1st and 2nd World Wars — if winning can ever be the right word — and building homes, raising kids, filling empty stomaches.
I define it as “a private, personal list of things I want to do [read: have, accomplish, see, taste, own, etc ]. Online, others define it:
- a list of things to do before you die. Comes from the term “kick the bucket.” -Urban Dictionary
- Bunny McNipples [I didn't make that up.] posted, “Bucket list” is a list you make with friends of things you always say your [sic] going to do and don’t. Not before you die…just for fun!” With a name like that, my guess is her/his list involves pouring booze directly into the stomach via a bong. Worse definitions are available, but — not for now.
- CBS News reported, “N. H. Centenarian Dies After Earning Degree – Teacher, 100, Checked Final Item off Her “Bucket List” a Day Before Dying.” http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/01/27/national/main6146416.shtml [Note: in the early 20th century, a 2-year degree from a Normal School was the required education for teachers.]
- Squidoo suggests, “… maybe you’ve even avoided doing what really matters to you because you didn’t want to admit to everyone that you’ve got a hole in your blessed bucket. On the other hand, maybe you’ve just convinced yourself that, by some miracle afforded by the fountain of youth, you’ll never have gray hair or lose it, or ever have to “kick the bucket”.” Ouch! Ya sayin’ we’re not invincible?
(India’s going to smack me for starting with this, but, aw, Hell –) I’m the kind of person who is: given to soul-searching; a chronic malcontent; a list maker. I make grocery lists, to-do lists, mailing lists, lists of addresses — I like lists. Actually, what I like is the little sense of there! Did that! which comes from marking through a listed item.
What do you suppose tells us it is time for a bucket list? Do you have one? While waiting for your feedback, I’ll go first and share the top two things on my list:
- Find my old friend John Webster. He is the one old friend I still yearn to see; he’s the only person who got me, as a young woman. He didn’t mind my theatricality, that I ‘made things up’, laughed at my constant hyperbole. John was real, an artist, a person who didn’t hold back or lie; he wanted only my friendship. I loved him in a way I can’t describe and want him in my life.
- Purchase a specific suit. Caveat: not larger than size 12.
… more to come … I look forward to seeing your list. If you don’t have one, start now. You’re never too young or too old to know what is truly important to you and set about making it happen.
2011-01-02 » Kate