Thursday, 24 September 2009

The Bucket List

Or, the Suicide List.

Okay, slightly dramatic (flair for the flamboyant here), but honest. If you ever wanted to end it all, screw fate in the eye and wave goodbye to a future what would you miss out on? What would you hate to miss the chance to do?

I started my list and it's helping me to define what I want out of my career and my life.

In no particular order:

  1. Learn to dance, wow an audience. I don't care if it's a dingy little salsa bar or a wedding ballroom- I want to learn to dance. I can't really not, not when my grandfather fell in love with the dancing feet of my grandmother before he even saw her face.
  2. Speak at least two languages fluently. I've got English pretty much covered, but I so admire those who can communicate in more than their mother tongue.
  3. Make a difference. My great-uncle saved the Peregrine Falcon from extinction with his identification of DDT back in the day and I want to live up to that.
  4. Have a hot, sordid and definitely intense love. I'm 23 and the past has either been a bit 'meh' or I held back too much. I want to lose myself, my heart, my mind- and be caught by the man who caused it.
  5. Learn to ride a motorbike. My mother has banned me from doing so. Perhaps it is for this reason that I feel so drawn to the leather, the power and the speed.
  6. Rally driving, full throttle through the forest. Enough said.
The list is not exhaustive, but there appears to be a theme- excitement and development.

1 comment:

sammy said...

oh and did i mention 1770, big harleys to ride, have a gander on my fb pics