Life has a way of creeping up on a woman and then running her over, backing up, and running her over again. Today is my 59th birthday (arghhhhh!), which is essentially 60, right? I mean, it’s there, like a vulture waiting to pick at my aged bones.
A friend told me I need to make a bucket list. So, here is my list for the remaining time I have before the big 6-0 is a memory.
1. Learn Italian, so I’ll be able to understand the people I meet while traveling the Italian countryside.
2. Travel the Italian countryside.
3. Paint my house.
4. Meet Keanu Reeves, or Clive Owen, or some other cute, sexy guy who wants an old woman with ducks. (Actually, I don’t know if Keanu or Clive would want an old woman with ducks. I think they would.)
5. Dance more.
6. Laugh more.
7. Explore more.
8. Hug more.
9. Breathe more.
10. Shine more.
Not a bad bucket list. However, since the bucket is typically filled with cracked corn, I might have to make a few modifications. But I will not negotiate on Keanu or Clive.
Blessed be :)