Bucket lists and plans

Yesterday, I found myself surprised by how fast time can fly, even when you’re unemployed and, on paper, have nowhere pressing to be. It’s been ages since I last felt genuinely bored. And yet, there’s this voice inside me being a bit hard on myself, wondering if I should have accomplished more by now.

But then it hit me: I don’t even have a list of what those things are!

If I don’t write things down, they don’t really exist for me. When someone asks, “What’s the next place on your travel list?” I freeze. My mental filing cabinet feels jammed, and the answer just won’t come. Funny enough, as I type this, I realize I’ve already written a blog post about having a bucket list. Clearly, it’s been tucked away in the “out of sight, out of mind” drawer.

Today, I’m committing to some mental decluttering. Time to pull out those dusty files, rewrite the lists, and remember what matters to me.

ciao xo