Visiting family friends who live in New York City, we were taking a walk through the park and decided to head over to the famous FAO Schwarz. Immediately, the image that sprang to our minds were the plethora of toys and the iconic Big Piano. As we meandered around the 2nd floor, we saw a large crowd gathering. Full of curiosity, we hurried over to get a peek at the cause of the commotion. And there was the Big Piano. Employees were giving a concert. They played Chopsticks, Heart and Soul, Fur Elise, and even a little Mozart. So fun!
Then it was our turn. The kids were so excited. We duly waited until we got to the front of the line. I told my daughter to take her shoes off and I would hold them for her while she plays the piano. My friend looked at me like I was crazy. “We’re dancing on that piano too!” she exclaimed. “We are???” I replied incredulously. “It’s a total bucket list experience,” she said resolutely. Say no more. My shoes were off and I was dancing on the piano alongside my daughter. Yes, back then I felt a little silly, but when would I get another chance to do that?
When I was in 7th grade our teacher gave us little notebooks and as a creative writing assignment told us we had to come up with a list of 100 things we want to do during our life. At that age, it was quite a hard task, but I enjoyed every moment of filling my little notebook with cool things I wanted to do until it was full. Then, again in 11th grade, I had a teacher who went to a workshop during which he had to come up with a list of 100 things to do before he died. Thus he had us make our own list.
I hung on to these lists for as long as possible. But I don’t think I actually kept either for more than a year. I can vaguely remember some of the things on the list, at least the more recent one, but that was quite some time ago. And I was kind of weird.
During my 20s, I made a few bucket lists and a few attempts at bucket lists. But I didn’t really hang on to any of them. (Mostly because I was prone to writing on scrap paper and then going on crazy cleaning kicks and throwing everything in the recycling bin.) Every once in a while I pull out a notebook to check something and find a list at the back, on the last page.
Right now, I don’t keep a bucket list. Not for any particular reason; I have just chosen not to keep one at this moment. But I try to live the lifestyle. Every moment, every opportunity you get, you should be doing something that you feel like you would want to be able to cross off your bucket list. Even if it’s just going to work. That is helping me to cross off major items that would be on my list. And when those little moments of fun, chances to be silly with the kids, or opportunities to move out of your comfort zone arise, don’t forget to take them!
It’s the Bucket List Lifestyle.
You don’t have to have a list. You just have to have an open mind.