About two and a half years ago I bought a huge chalkboard, opened a bottle of wine, grabbed a box of chalkboard markers and started to write. The plan was to write out a bucket list full of all the things I wanted to do in my life. And I did just that. I wrote down all the big, scary, challenging and exciting things I wanted to do. After I did it I felt inspired. And then about six months ago I erased it all and replaced it with a calendar.
Turns out all those big goals actually scared the sh*t out of me. When I looked at them years after putting pen to board I realized how many of them hadn't happened yet.
Don't get me wrong, I'd changed a lot of things in my life, but when I looked at the actual list I had barely made a dent. I told myself my bucket list had changed. I told myself that I didn't actually feel inspired by all those goals anymore. I told myself a lot of them didn't make any sense anymore.
Some didn't. But most still did. And what was more important was the overall life I was trying to create was still very much represented in each and every one of the goals listed on that board.
In the past few months I've worked hard to get back on track towards the goals listed on that board. They might not all happen, but avoiding the things I really want out of life isn't the answer. My new goal: rewrite that bucket list.