I’ve been writing the ultimate to-do list – a bucket list, if you will. Nothing in particular has prompted it and the last few days of 2010, my 43rd year, aren’t especially auspicious. It’s just that time is passing and, if I’m going to get Things done, I’d really better get cracking. The past 12 months have seen me gone from thanking my lucky stars and clinging to metaphorical wreckage to actually considering being able to plot a course. Of course, you can’t have a course without a destination.
So in no particular order:
See the aurora borealis. A long-held ambition that even defied a trip to Iceland.
Fly a seaplane to some fabulous Scottish West Coast island hideaway.
Become comfortable with public speaking, maybe even enjoy it.
Visit the Australian rellies, in Australia.
See my sons all settled in homes, jobs and lives that make them happy.
Learn to salsa dance.
Get a novel published.
Go on a yoga retreat.
Fit back into all those clothes.
Get a non-fiction book published.
Conquer the clutter (or at least make peace with it). Picture shows today’s step in that direction.
Have a lovely garden.
Learn to take good pictures with my lovely new camera.
To be the kind of confident freelancer who can pick and choose.
Stay in an ice hotel.
Visit New Orleans.
Learn to say no without feeling bad.
Go fire walking.
Travel on the Orient Express.
Spend a night in New York.
Learn to paint, and I don’t mean emulsion.
Continue to share daily conversations with my lovely husband.
Continue to spend memorable times with my fabulous family.
Finish the Times crossword.
See the RSC at Stratford.
Climb more mountains.
Go back to live in Cumbria.
Cook more food for more people more often.
Don’t leave a day unseized.
So there you have it, the List as it stands. I expect there will be additions and amendments.
What’s on yours?