Bucket list

Discussing a potential work trip with my husband last night quickly turned into a teary divulgence into my deep seated desires to complete my ridiculously long bucket list, preferably this year, while taking time to stop and smell the roses. This thought is inanity. Trying to complete my bucket list in my lifetime will be difficult, if not impossible. Additionally, I find my daily life to be so hectic that the only roses I will smell are those I have picked and pinned to my clothing so I can smell them on the go. If I happen to be stopped while smelling them it is probably because I am at a red light.

So, after I stopped my pity party, and forgave my husband for having a much cooler job, I decided that my goal is to write up my bucket list and set a goal of one or two items per year, depending on the time involved in each item. This way I get to gain momentum, and I may actually get to smell the roses.



Focus and discipline are what I lack.

I have such a long list of goals! My bucket list is longer than I honestly will ever accomplish. Yes, so far this post sounds like it has been marinating in pessimism. It probably has been. However, it is honest.

I also know I struggle with setting goals that are too lofty, so maybe this post is more of a reminder to myself, an online sticky note, to take it easy. It is great to have goals, but with the limited resources of time, energy, and money, it is impossible to accomplish all of your goals at one time. As my all-too-wise husband likes to remind me “if everything is a priority, then nothing is.”

So, I must constantly ask myself, what are my priorities?


I registered for this blog in November 2012 as a way to document my life as it changed… Preferably for the better. My husband and I moved across country, changed jobs, and basically started over. I figured what a great time to change and “fix” all of those character flaws of mine. Fourteen months later, I have changed, but most of those character flaws are still there, I have not succeeded in being a punctual person, I still hate getting out of bed in the morning, and I have not lost sixty pounds. So much for the best of intentions.

With all of that being said, I have found a modicum of success at my job, have lost ten pounds, joined the YMCA, and am in the process of starting a business. I have also begun to enjoy writing. While I still possess many of the same character flaws, I do intend to keep pushing forward. If faith is a journey, then so is change. I’m ready to begin my journey.