A friend’s husband died a few weeks ago.
We are going to the funeral tomorrow.
I’ve read several versions of the eulogy.
Each time, I’ve been struck by one line.
I wonder how many of us can say that.
I have always been a late bloomer. I didn’t come out until my 30s and often regret time lost being young and carefree without a pretty girl or two by my side.
I didn’t start writing creatively until I was in my 40s. I think of all of the blogs and books that I could have written.
But still, I am grateful that I did come out. I feel lucky to have written a book that was published. I am excited about what the immediate future holds for me as I am challenging myself to tackle things out of my comfort zone like public speaking, mentoring, advocacy and activism.
Today, I am thinking about my bucket list differently. Not as a list of goals to be kept in a drawer and checked off over time but a list of things to do now. When I am able. When I still have time.
So, in honor of a friend who knew what was truly important and how to get the most out of life, I’d like to share my bucket list:
- See Fleetwood Mac in concert
- Tailgate (and otherwise party) with my Penn State friends as often as possible
- See The Book of Mormon
- Take W to New Orleans
- Throw out the first pitch at a baseball game
- Go on an Olivia cruise
- Perform as a Drag King
- Take art classes
- Learn how to make really good meatballs
- Go to a strip club
- Learn how to flyfish
- Go to Phillies spring training in Clearwater, Fla.
- Visit the Baseball Hall of Fame
- Get a hot stone massage
- Get a koi tattoo
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What about you? What’s on your list?