So here I am sitting at fresh waiting. I do this three times a week. I sit out waiting for someone? something? to just be alone for awhile? I honestly don’t know. I will sit here for hours get nothing done and half the time leave with hardly eating anything and somehow when I leave I feel like I accomplished something….I want to know what that is.
The other RA in my building did a program today. Make a bucket list. Now truly think about this. What do you want to accomplish before you die. Of course my list has those extremes such as sky diving, traveling and over all just doing something but I want so much more.
Climb a mountain—-
Read anything I can get my hands on—-Work in Progress
Jump off a waterfall—-
Travel—(so far France, England, Ireland, Caribbean Islands, All over the US)
Seriously go out travel-take it all in and leave something behind—-
Write something that lasts book, story, poem really anything—-
Use my experiences and mistakes to help someone avoid making the same ones—-
Never get comfortable where I’m at because I can always make it better—-
Don’t finish my bucket list but add to it everytime I finish one—-
Note: This is a work in Progress and will never be completed but here is a start.
Why am I starting a tumblr? Am I one of those people who wants their every thought heard and needs validation….no. I’m just another person average to everyone else but endlessly special to myself. This is not for you. This is for me. I want to know myself and if there’s something special enough for me to post or write about then it’s special enough to consider a part of who I am.