This week an email was sent to me and my colleagues asking us if we would like to share our bucket lists. This piqued my interest for a moment, and then I felt like sobbing. I couldn’t think of anything at all. 

I’ve had a rich life. I’ve travelled, had kids, lived in many places, eaten at interesting places. I have already been privileged to have experience many of the things that go on a bucket list. I’ve had my adventures. I’m in my quiet years now, and that is fine. But lately I worry that the only thing I have to look forward to is brushing my teeth and doing the dishes.