The Bucket List:
1. See my kids grown and happy.
2. Become a famous writer and start making a living at it so that I’m
independently wealthy. Okay I can’t
control this so I gotta remove it from the bucket list.
2. Finish my books: Coal,
Coal Book 2, Worlds Apart, Giants, and Black Beauty Horror Stories and every
other book that forms in my mind.
A bucket list, in my opinion, is
something you would regret not doing if you died. The only things that I would regret not doing
are those two things. It used to be
getting married, but I’ve since deleted that.
I learned that it wasn’t that I wanted to get married, but I wanted to
experience what it felt like to live with a man. So I can now mark that off the list. It’s definitely not all it’s cracked up to
It’s not a very long bucket list. I
can’t think of anything else. Nothing.
Nada. I almost feel like a
Buddhist. To desire nothing is the path
to happiness. I guess I’m not there
completely since there are still two things on the list. But I’m definitely happy and content.