I don’t have a bucket list because the mere thought of keeping a tally on what I’ve done and haven’t done — sitting in my back pocket and the back of my head — makes me wonder if, when the day comes for me to leave this life, will I feel unfulfilled?
I don’t know. I don’t know how I’m gonna feel. But I know if I have five minutes or even seconds to spare before I take my last breath, I don’t want it to be focused on what I didn’t do, what I didn’t say.
So I speak my mind, and I don’t keep a list. I know who I love and who drains my energy. I live my life and I practice daily to bring myself to a state of acceptance.
There’s a lot in this world that’s out of my control, but I take pride in what I do have control over – my process, my healing, my reaction.
