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Bucket List

1. I want to see the Harlem Globe Trotters.

This is cheesy, but true. I've always wanted to see them. Eric and I were making a bucket list a few months ago, just for the sake of having goals, I told him I want to see them and he told me I had to make a separate list for just me hahahahaha. FINE. I'll go see them by myself. I don't care. I ain't scared.

2. My bucket list travel starts off within the United States. There is so much history here that I have not seen. But it feels so doable. You know? I've seen so much of the West, though I would like to see the  Redwood Forest and the Grand Canyon. I need to go to NYC (and see a Broadway musical) and Philadelphia (I really want to see the Liberty Bell--- is that weird?). I'd like to go to Maine for the lighthouses and then Houston, to roam the streets where Eric once proselyted.

After that, my bucket list travel includes New Zealand, most of South America but especially Argentina, and then Spain. Those are the big ones.

3. I want to learn to swim.

I honestly only fully realized this yesterday when I was talking to Lisa about what we want to do with our lives. We were mostly talking about grad school, and whether it's worth it, but it moved to the idea of what will I never learn to do in my life. And I said swim nonchalantly, and all of the sudden it hit me. I would regret being an old woman and having lived a life where I watch my kids play in the water and not play with them (What kids? Yeah, I don't know. Just hypothetically). I think about dying and I think I would truly regret never learning to swim.

We were talking about things you don't learn as adults, because Lisa is contemplating practicing yoga enough to learn to teach. Yoga is something most people learn as a grown person, which I think it fits into a slim category. Most other physical activities are learned starting as a child, and you develop a certain skill set (e.g. dribbling a ball). Yoga is easier to learn as an adult. I brought up the fact that no one learns to swim as an adult and it just made me so frustrated that I can't.

The biggest thing holding me back is pride. I am embarrassed that I can't and I can't imagine being in a pool and trying as an adult woman. What if people see me? What if they laugh when they realize I can't? It's easy to turn into a joke and hide behind it. I could probably survive if someone threw me in the water now, it just wouldn't be pretty.

Someday I will be brave and I will learn. I hope.

Comments

  1. Holly,

    Fantastic list!

    1. Me too! Except I just want to go watch The Generals drain a bunch of 3's.

    2. U.S. history sites are awesome. And Houston is a must see.

    3. I can swim, but it too a'int pretty. It's doggy paddling mixed with survival instincts.

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