My bucket doesn’t need a list. I have only two buckets, one to be used inside and one to be used outside. I don’t have a bucket list. I do have lists…lots of lists. I have just crossed everything but white thread off my grocery list. I moved the thread to my pick up later list and threw away the grocery list. I have a list of to-dos that aren’t going to get done this day. I have a list of bills that need to be paid tomorrow. I have a list of materials needed before I can complete a project. I love lists. There is no number eleven on any of my lists. I did look. I only keep short lists: five to seven entries long.
A bucket list is a goal with no dead line. Goals should have a specified date, one-year, five-year, ten-year, twenty-year plans. I have financial plans with time limits. I have renovation plans that spread over several years. The financial plans and renovation plans are tied together at the ends but they are different lists. I have plans for quitting smoking. I have plans for completing projects. Every plan has a due date or a deadline. I cannot say that I love deadlines; however, I do need them otherwise the plans I make move two steps before me forever. Everything is important, but some things are more fun.
Is there something I really, really want to do before I die? Yes, one thing: live.