Bucket List

One of those days.  I bit off all of my fingernails while sitting at my desk at work today, wishing I was somewhere else.  My thoughts were screaming so loudly in my head that I hardly heard the drill sergeant style instructor in the next room during my Pilates class.

Yesterday Cory and I had some time together. We had taken the day off and the girls went to daycare for part of the day so we could hang out together.  As we sat across from each other at lunch Cory asked me a dreaded question.  “Where do you see yourself in ten years?” Ugh. I hate speculating, and I told him so.  The subject shifted slightly, to the idea of a bucket list.  A list that even an avid list maker like myself, has never attempted.  It is the project manager in me I guess…I don’t want to create success criteria for the project of life when I have no control over the schedule and very little foresight into the budget. Couple that with the fact that I hate to fail, and it just seems like a big waste of effort to me.  Through our discussion, I decided that maybe I do have a bucket list:

1. Cherish time spent with family for as long as they are available to be cherished. Tell them I love them.

2. Have children with the man that I love, love and care for them.  Teach them for as long as they will learn.

3. Give my kids a network, so when the big project sponsor in the sky says its time for project close out, they have who and what they need to go on.

4. Love everyone that I possibly can, as much as  I possibly can.

I think that I have met my criteria for now, though it is all an act of continuous improvement.  The rest is just gold plating.  Which I hope to do a whole lot of.

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4 Responses to Bucket List

  1. Andrea says:

    Girl… you are nothing short of an AMAZING woman and mother. You rock!

  2. Carol says:

    Love this Tricia!!

  3. Lori Howard says:

    Tricia, you are an amazing woman. I knew when you were a little girl you would grow up to be an awesome woman. I love you.

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