Today at church both of the pastors broke out their guitars and played. Wow. I’ve always wanted to learn to play the guitar, but I’ve spent the last fifteen+ years raising children, a dog, and a husband as well as working. There hasn’t been much time to do other things like take music lessons. I’m not feeling sorry for myself, nor do I want any sympathy because I wouldn’t have wanted things any other way.
That all being said, sometimes I think about goals that I’d like to accomplish. For the record, here’s my “bucket list” or things that I want to do before I die (not necessarily in order).
- Learn how to do math (not just reconciling my checkbook – something more complex like algebra because I didn’t do so hot the first time around),
- Learn to play guitar,
- Visit Mont St. Michel in Normandy, France,
- Finish making my kids’ scrapbooks,
- Become a library manager,
- Visit Canada, all the way from Nova Scotia to Lake Victoria,
- Become proficient in HTML,
- Volunteer at a soup kitchen on a regular basis,
- Learn how to groom my dog,
- Learn how to make my dog stop chasing cars,
- Learn how to change a tire,
- Make a pie crust from scratch
- Become a genealogist.
I’m sure there’s more, but that’s it for now. I have to go grocery shopping and weed my gardens today. Guess I’ve got to take care of business before I tackle my lofty goals. That’s okay – I’ve got a lifetime to check them off.