Next week I’ll be
14 years older than my mother. Somehow, she’s perpetually 36. (Okay, who’s
doing the math?) Yes, I have a big
birthday coming up. One that has me
going “how the heck did this happen?”
So I've been
doing some musing on where I’m at in my life, things I've worked for, things
I've accomplished, and what I still want to do someday. Which has led to my
bucket list. It’s changed over the
years, but some things have stayed the same, and I can finally check them off.
We went to Hawaii
a couple of years ago, and I've been to Ireland, so check check. I still want to
go to Scotland.
