Ah, more fun stuff from my sweetheart’s visit to an auction.
There are a lot of things I haven’t done.
I haven’t: seen the ocean; seen a major-league baseball game; been out of the country; been to Maine – something I’ve yearned to do seemingly forever; taken a cruise; published a novel; been to a circus (I’ve reported on one being opened and saw the elephants raising the Big Top, but that was it); well, there are too many more things to mention.
I have done these things: had children; lost a child; become a widow; attended the kids’ and grandkids’ baseball games; had over 20 jobs; baked pies completely from scratch; gambled in Las Vegas; run for city council (and lost); written short stories, novels, poetry; created, edited and published two magazines; again, too many other things to list.
A bucket list has never appealed to me. Maybe the motivation isn’t there, or maybe it’s a fear of the unknown. What if I get beaned by a foul ball? (Although, I would take that risk if I could attend the game next year at the Field of Dreams.) What if I get to Maine and refuse to come back? What if I go to the circus and a trapeze person falls to the ground? What if I went on a cruise and was seasick the whole time?
As far as publishing a novel, well, I’ll keep plugging away.
I’m not disappointed in the life I’ve led. I’m not thrilled with some of the decisions I made along the way, but I think we all have those thoughts.
I don’t know if you agree with this sentiment or not – Luke Bryan’s song, “Most People Are Good”: “I believe that days go slow, but years go fast.” As they say, truer words, right?
What I am trying to do, after slacking off since Gary passed away, is to make every day count for something. For me, it’s about making people feel good, praying to control my mouth, choosing not to be offended or panicked or angry; in other words, I’m trying to become a better person, friend, sister – whatever – every day.
Oh, one more thing. I’m reading as many books as I possibly can while I can.
It’s a personal mission.