Hay in a Bucket

I have been feeling the urge to write lately and putting it off for a various number of reasons, but thanks to the confining and never-ending nature of this Christmas King, Jr. break by which I am currently being held prisoner, I have discovered that even procastinators like myself will eventually run out of excuses.

I've consumed enough hot chocolate to warm all the kids in Minnesota, seen every movie I've always and never wanted to see, and would be a prime candidate for the next Winter Olympics, if in fact sledding were considered an olympic sport.



So now...I write.

And I am writing to to argue that the notion of a 'bucket list' is a bit depressing. In a society that typically rewards completion of a task, we kinda drop the ball on this one, don't ya think? you're finished?!? woohoo!!!....see ya. Plus, I am a procrastinator, and since I have no idea when I am going to die, I don't exactly see the check marks piling up on that one.

I propose that we make 'hay lists', instead, in the spirit of the old saying "one day at a time." Most of us hit the hay many times before we kick the bucket, thus giving us many opportunities
to complete our ultimate list.

If you've ever said "before I die I want to...."

• travel to an exotic destination, let today be the day you get a passport
• run a marathon, let today be the day you run a mile
• write a book, let today be the day you share a blog with someone....

That's all I'm saying... :)