Technically the definition of a “bucket list” is a list that someone makes of things they want to do before they die. I find that this definition puts a lot of pressure on that list and on that person.
I often refer to my bucket list or make bucket lists but I am in no way holding myself accountable for making sure I do or see those things before I die. I see bloggers who have whole pages dedicated to their “bucket lists”. I don’t have a map that I am pinning. It’s not a contest.
I’d like to think that while things on my bucket list are things that I’m excited about doing possibly one day that I am more flexible in my travel and not checking off a list of places.
Having such strict standards doesn’t leave opportunity for change or deviation from the path. Something that makes travel and life so great.
I am not nor will ever be one of those people who wants to visit every country in the world, every wonder of world or eat on every continent. I’m not even really sure how many countries I’ve been to at this point and really have no desire to go count.
If you offered me a trip around the world? Sure I’d take it but I’m looking to have a lifetime of adventure, not a lifetime of list checking.
So when I say I’m adding something to my “bucket list” lets just say it means I’m adding this to my list of really cool things I found that I may or may not see or do in the future.
I never rule anything out.
Well except maybe free diving with sharks…I’ve definitely ruled that out.
Let’s not travel to tick things off lists, or collect half-hearted semi-treasures to be placed in dusty drawers in empty rooms. Rather, we’ll travel to find grounds and rooftops and tiny hidden parks, where we’ll sit and dismiss the passing time, spun in the city’s web, ‘til we’ve surrendered, content to be spent and consumed. I need to feel a place while I’m in it.
— Victoria Erickson