So I call mine a wishlist. I have some odd things on it. I'd like to live long enough to see human beings land on Mars, though I doubt it. Some days I'm not even sure the rest of humanity will last that long. Having written a book set in Louisiana, even though I've never been there, and with my husband having read lots of books set there, we'd both like to see the place for real. I've used good old Google Maps to tour virtually along Route 31 through Arnaudville (the Louisiana town that I based my fictional Peaceville on), and cruised the Bayou Teche via YouTube. It's still not the same as actually going there. The research I've done has only left me more eager to visit.
Travel makes up a huge part of my list. On the more homely side, I'd like to live long enough to see what my kids decide to do with their lives. Not necessarily marriage and kids unless that's what they want from life. I'd also love to see one of my books turned into a film, but that's probably hoping for too much. I'm a realist. :P
But really, I'm pretty happy with my life as is. I've been in love and married. I've had children. I've travelled. I've never been in debt or seriously incapacitated in hospital (no broken bones, no major surgery unless I count my three C-sections). I've been to see most of the bands I like, and met some of the authors and celebrities I admire. In July I'm off to the Star Wars Experience in London with some US friends, and fingers crossed I might get an autograph off my first crush--Mark Hamill (Luke Skywalker). Maybe it's a bit sad that I don't have a huge list of exciting things on my list, but unless someone builds an actual X-wing or I suddenly develop Jedi mind powers and get a lightsaber, some of my wishes are not very realistic.
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#wishlist vs #bucket list makes sense after reading your post. This past year, while I have long since passed my 43 birthday, it struck me in a very different way that I really am closer to leaving this plane of existence than I'd paid attention to. At first it was a real bummer but then, because I'm fairly practical and optimistic, I looked forward again. So, I'm closer to my goal age of at least 100 than I'd really considered. What am I going to do with the time I have left?
I'd love to see one or all of my books made into film! and if you suddenly develop Jedi mind powers and get a light saber, please share.
Death is inevitable - harsh but true. I don't know whether I think about it more because of my mum or whether we reach that point at different stages in our lives. I do think getting older makes you appreciate the time more and the little things - like fluffy slippers and a warm house. I don't know if I'm odd in not having many regrets, but I'd certainly not volunteering to pop off early just because there isn't a huge list of things I'd still like to do!
Most of the women in my family live into their eighties, which theoretically make me middle aged.
I think the film thing is a hankering for many authors. I'd want some say in the casting though! Would you?
Yes, Pippa, it would be fun to cast a movie based on one of my novels.
While my mom made it to age 79 before passing, I can understand your looking at each milestone and comparing it to your mom's. May you have many more years with your kids and everything, and if we find a way to build real X-wings, I'll be in line right behind you! :-)
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