I am not a Bucket List person. Sure, I have a vague idea of all the places I’d like to go, people I’d like to meet and things I’d like to do (not skydiving – never skydiving). But really, it’s all very nebulous and subject to change as I grow and mature and all that jazz.
If I were to write a Bucket List, however, rest assured that it would consist of items requiring agency on my part. If I’m going to have a list of things I have to do before I die or else consign my life to the junk pile, well, you can bet those things are going to require action from me and not depend on others for completion (because, really, depending on someone else to check off something on the list of things that makes your life worthwhile… you’re asking for disappointment).
That said… MMF definitely checked off a Bucket List item I didn’t want to admit I’d written down: “Just because” flowers on a random rainy Monday of otherwise zero significance… Let’s just say I couldn’t even be upset that I had to park around the block in the midst of a deluge. Points to Gryffindor!