When I was twenty years old, I had a low grade epiphany. I was working part time, going to university… and that was about it. I kept having terrible flashbacks of the mother of a guy I dated when I was seventeen. She was so…. boring. Her life- her hair, her clothes, her house, the food she cooked- it was all grey, and always the same, day in and day out.
It terrified me. She was just so…. sad.
It scared me enough that I broke up with her son.
He was a bit of a dickwad, anyway.
It actually seems terribly conceited and judgmental now, as things often do with the clarity of perfect hindsight. Dickwad’s mum may not have been unhappy at all- she had her kids, her family, her husband, and was probably pretty content with her lot in life.
But that is entirely beside the point.
The nagging memory of the grey women acted as the perfect catalyst for me to make the decision to put some sparkle back into my life. Since leaving high school at eighteen, I had gotten real old, real quick. I no longer did spontaneous things. It felt like I no longer laughed at anything really funny, I just tittered along with the crowd. I was existing, untouched and uninspired.
I could not, and still cannot, think of a fate worse than a boring, wishy washy life.
I was scared right into making a list. A list of things I wanted to do with my life, while I still had a life to do things with. Because you just never know when you are going to be hit by a bus or a cement truck or a fallling refrigerator something.
A Bucket list. Not that I called it that at the time, this was long before the movie came out.
Before I share my list with you, reader-ers, I would like to point out that one of my motto’s in life is- Expect nothing and you will not be disappointed. I aim low. And I’m quite OK with that.
Like I said, I aim low.
Including, I might add, “learn to play a musical instrument.” Because the ukulele totally counts.
Yuh uh. Like I said, scary.