Lost and Found


I recently found this "bucket list" (I hate that term). I wrote it a few years ago. Maybe 4?
Some of the things on this list are big. Like climb Mt. Everest. Whaaaaaa.
Then some are small. Like get a bonsai tree.
As I was reading over it I was able to mentally mark off several things that I've already accomplished. And I'm not going to lie... It felt really good. 

Ride in a hot air balloon
Ride in a motorcycle side car
Catch a fish
Visit all 50 states
Go to Europe
Go up the Eiffel Tower
Karaoke
Visit a Renaissance Fair
Witness a solar eclipse
Complete a marathon
Take music lessons
Take a dance class
Go scuba diving
Go white water rafting
Go skiing
Go on a submarine
Go surfing
Zip line
Go camping (real camping)
Climb Mt. Everest
Go paint balling
Watch a rocket launch live
Go on a safari
Name a star
Visit Rockefeller Center in NYC at Christmas
Get my BS in a field of art (by far the best feeling I've ever had crossing something out)
Write a book
Sell a piece of art
Volunteer at an animal shelter
Go rock climbing
Move from Tennessee
Swim with dolphins
Print my own photography in a dark room
Send a message in a bottle
See a broadway production (I saw The Wizard of Oz!)
Make my own holiday gifts to give
Get a photograph published in National Geographic (dream on girlfriend)
Get a Bonsai Tree (it died) 
Learn to cook from scratch
Get my lip pierced
Chop my hair off
Take “the first flight out of here”
Join the Peace Corps
See Starry Night at the Museum of Modern Art in NY
Visit the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam
Wear a piece of clothing I made myself
Go streaking
Visit Machu Picchu
Go on an EPIC roadtrip
Find my significant other
Go theater jumping
Find a four leaf clover
Live in Colorado
Adopt a child from a foreign country
See the Northern lights

I still have a lot to do! Now that I've grown a bit there's lots more I could add too.
Here's to making things happen.

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