Blessed by the Potato

For some reason people around the office started talking about drafting their bucket lists (I hope someone’s not seriously ill and I just don’t know about it). Some of the entries were hilarious, in particular one person’s desire to get a pet pig named Bacon.

It made me realize that I want to get a dog and name it Indiana.

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Beyond that, there’s not much I can think of that I really would put on such a list. I’m not a big travel person, or a list person for that matter. Write a novel maybe? (A good novel). I don’t know, I guess I just don’t like the idea of setting my life up like a checklist (especially since I have set up the milestones for my thesis completion that way, and failed miserably!). I just live each day as it comes.

Plus if it was set up as a series of checkpoints and goals, I’d probably be very disappointed in how things turned out (e.g., I’m 30 years old and still in school!). Yet I don’t think I’m disappointed in my life.

Am I? Should I be?