I went to see The Bucket List last night with my husband and daughter.

What an incredible movie!

My husband, being the cynic he is, stated as we were walking toward the door of the movie (last one by the outside door,) “They made sure to put it by the door so we could all run out and throw up after it’s over.”

You gotta love him…

Danielle looked around and said, “Mom, I’m the only one who’s not old in here.”

You gotta love her…

My comment:

“WOW.”

I found it so meaningful and it made me think about my own life… What would I like to do before I “kick the bucket?”

There are so many things, and they’ve changed tremendously over the years…

When I was a kid, I used to get those small little poetry books that you’d get at the checkout counter and dream I had my own one day. I wrote TONS of poetry over the years… Usually over some guy I was fawning over, or the one who broke my heart… I was very shallow in those days and focused on having someone.

I recall an assignment in Speech class that hurt me deeply. The teacher had the idea that you wrote what you thought about everyone in the class and she would compile them and hand them back to the person so they knew what others thought of them.

What a cruel thing to do to a 15 year old who suffered from low self-esteem and co-dependency.

The two that stuck out in my mind were:

She always seems to need a boyfriend.

AND

She wants to be part of the in crowd but never quite makes it.

Funny how I suppressed those things for years until I learned EFT and finally released the negative association I had regarding that assignment.

Writing poetry was really the only dream I had growing up that I can recall. Over the years, I wrote poetry, but had a very hurtful experience (plagiarism of a very personal poem I wrote regarding the death of my mother) that caused me to start hoarding what I wrote instead of sharing it.

I wrote a poem when my dad died that I shared with the priest that did his funeral and he read it at the service. It touched me that he shared it with everyone. It was my way of honoring a great man that had been the center of my world my entire life who passed on to be with his beloved (aka Mom.)

I shared that poem with others over the years, adapting it to a female version when necessary. I found it a natural way to help others with their grief, as writing it had helped me with mine.

I may share it someday… maybe.

How did my list change from being a “famous-enough-to-get-little-booklets-at-the-checkout-stand” famous poet to my current list?

A whole lotta years and a whole lotta lessons!

My current bucket list:

Make a difference in people’s lives

Help divorced mothers find the support they need (so they don’t have to endure what I did!)

Find true joy in my life

Help someone else find their own joy

Live a life my children can be proud of

Go on a cruise (I’ve never been…yet!)

Own a BMW (my favorite car!)

Own a water front house (I LOVE the water!)

Have plenty of money to help charitable causes that are close to my heart

(in no certain order)

This, like yours, will obviously change from time to time.. These are just a few things I thought about after seeing the movie.

What would YOU put on your list if you found out you only had a short time to live? Why wait until that time?

Start now… Create your own bucket list and then:

Do something about it!