I really like this recent Ellen Langer post about bucket lists. Perhaps because her comments about not needing one resonated with me. I used to have one. I used to think I needed one. Recently I’ve noticed the idea of a list of things I long to do someday feeling less relevant. I think Langer is right. If you are living life mindfully, there’s more of a chance that you are already living your best life, your most authentic life, and then what purpose would the bucket list serve? Perhaps my mindfulness journey has led to the obsolescence of my bucket list.
I really think it’s what’s in the subtext of the “bucket list” that attracts us. It connotes misty feelings of misspent youth, of life passing us by. If it’s really that important to you to experience certain things, what are you waiting for? If you can’t do it today, what one small step can you take in that direction? If you’re going to make a bucket list, it might be best to get started right away checking off the items, because as the events of last Friday so clearly remind us, there are no guarantees of a tomorrow.
I’d love to know your thoughts about this. Do you have a bucket list?