Pour me a glass of good whiskey and tell me no lies. If you are like me, you have made wish lists or lists of things you want to do before you die. Today they are charmingly called called Bucket Lists. A term borrowed from a rather forgettable film, which starred Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. I’ve never actually seen the film but I have no desire to do so. The previews did not give the film any justice which is a shame because Freeman and Nicholson are among the best living actors today, in my humble opinion.
I used to have pages upon pages of lists . List of all the books I wanted to read. Lists of all the films I wanted to see before I died. Lists of all the places I wanted to see before I died. List of all the things I wanted to do before I died. Yes. I started making lists at the precocious age of ten or so. My ambition was big even at then.
But this bucket list goes to eleven. It’s one louder than other lists because I won’t settle for a simple top ten list. Instead I write list after list with various lengths and various degrees of focus and levels of ambition. This bucket list goes to eleven because I actually do the things I write on my list to do.
Do you want to see my Bucket List? The same Bucket List or Bucket Lists which go to the eleventh power? You can’t. You won’t. You never will because it is my list. My personal checklist that only matters to me. A list that I must answer to and no one else can take this list from me because it is my list. And I can change my lists whenever I want. I can modify and adapt them as I see fit. I do this because the life we live is ever evolving and ever changing. The lists I wrote when I was ten are not the same lists I write at thirty.
So how do you approach your life. Is your life a list of ten things to do, or is your list one louder? Does your life go to eleven?
Pour me a glass of whiskey and let’s a go-go-go.
Originally published at www.jordanaubryrobison.com on April 21, 2014.