In a perfect world everyone lives the perfect life. Reality suggests otherwise.
A child wants to be loved, to have friends, and play without fear.
A teenager wants to be accepted, to be independent, and perhaps sleep in without needing to think about weekend chores.
A young adult looks to the future, finds a group of like minded friends, develops a more meaningful sense of self, and expresses her/his passion for their developing belief system.
At middle age, family, health, career and the future take up much of the consciousness of daily life.
And then there are the retirement years. Adults reflect on the past, try to maintain an active lifestyle, and perhaps work on checking things off their bucket list.
So, what is on your bucket list? Have you made a bucket list?
I know there are some things that have been on mine that I have been able to check off.
Continuing a wonderful relationship with my best friend check
Retiring relatively early check
Living in a peaceful environment check
Being relatively debt free check
Going back to my youth and building a model train system in progress
I am not sure if Joyce has a written down bucket list. What I do know is that if she did she would have had a brand new shiny blue automobile on it. On the occasions that she and I have gone through the process of purchasing transportation, we have had to look first at the economics of the decision. And when one bases decisions on economics, not everything on the "want" list gets to be included.
Well, Joyce finally got to mark her list, which had its origins when she was 5 or 6. The story goes that she would take the magazines that her family got and look for the cars that were in the middle fold out pages. She would cut them out and drive them around the house. I am guessing that even the paper cars showed signs of her lead foot, but that is a story for a different time. Anyway, her favorite color was royal blue. And Wednesday :
I know that there are many things she has crossed off in her mind in the past. I know that there will be many things in the future as well. But, when it brought a few tears of joy, I know this one was special.
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