Live Your Life, Live Your Life

I don’t believe in “bucket lists”. This may surprise people. From the outside, to some people it may seem as if I live my life running around checking item after item off my “bucket list”.

· Fly in a helicopter – check

· Go to a presidential inauguration – check

· Float in the Dead Sea - check

· Yada

But I do not do those things to COMPLETE them. I don’t do them to check them off, to finish them before I die.

I do them because I am ALIVE. I do them because they are opportunities, events, ideas that present themselves, and I grab them. I relish them. I take time to enjoy them.

Don’t get me wrong – I love lists! I like shopping lists, packing lists, to do lists... But see, those are lists of things that need to be completed – to be done. I take pleasure in crossing the items off as I complete them.

But my life is not a list – it is an evolving experience that I get to be a part of. I feel fortunate to live the life I do. I will continue to try and take time to keep my eyes open, stay alert, and ENJOY the ride.

Floating in the Dead Sea, April 2011

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