I love lists. Anyone who knows me has seen my maticilous list creation and management. It's weird, but I like it. So naturally the most cliche list of all was one that I have made and added to over the years: the bucket list.
Today I deleted my bucket list.
Why? While lists are great, as well as having realistic and measurable goals, some lists just aren't worth it. Lately I've come to realize how important it is to live life openly and freely. A list, and a bucket list, can be a great way to plan, organize, aspire, and dream, but sometimes it's just nice to say screw it and do the things you want to do, with the people you want to do them with. Keeping track of where you want your life to go has become too common. Everywhere we try to track our successes and failures in hopes of becoming better (at everything). I've decided that instead of creating a bucket list with a clear and definitive look at where I want to see my life over the next 50 years, I'm going to continue journaling my thoughts, having meaningful conversations, and reminiscing with friends & family.
I, like many of you, have big plans for my life. But if I am living it the right way, I shouldn't need a list to feel confident in them.