If you live on the East Coast this past week or so you have been experiencing a return to summer-like weather. Drinking outside last weekend while wondering about the severity of the sweat stains on the back of my tank top got me thinking about my Summer of Yes and my summer bucket list.
Naively, I assumed by saying out loud, in writing, on a blog that 10 people read, that I was ready for adventure would be enough for all sorts of adventure to just fall into my lap. As it turns out, my life is not a made for the Hallmark Channel Movie and no such thing occurred.
For all my openness and detailed bucket lists, this summer passed much like all my previous summers. Sure, there were a lot of late nights, probably too much booze, some dancing, some soul searching, but nothing life-altering. Claire did note that I seemed more positive and willing to do things, but I think that was less my Summer of Yes and more my general disdain for leaving my house when it is cold and wet outside.
Looking back at my summer bucket list, I did check off a couple of things —three things to be exact; two of which were books I was meaning to read. There were 12 things total. So, I got a quarter of my list accomplished.
Some of these things were not my fault: for instance, I never got a chance to wish on a shooting star because I never saw a shooting star.
Others were easy enough to accomplish. I have plenty of bikinis. All I had to do was put one on. But I didn’t. I don’t know if this is because I am insecure or if I don’t really care about wearing a bikini. Still, I created the box and took the time to draw a bikini so it must’ve been important at some point. When did it stop being important? Even now, as I contemplate doing this again next summer, I am sure I will add it to that bucket list, too.
And there are some things I can just transfer to my autumn bucket list (horseback riding, playing tennis, reading the history of hip-hop) but I wonder now if I should bother. If these things are really that important to me, why didn’t I make time for them this summer (with the exception of the reading this history of hip-hop —I just ran out of time on that one)? Maybe I just really want to be someone who likes tennis but the truth is I never will be and so maybe on my Autumn bucket list I should have: get over my obsession with being something I’m not.
One item for sure that is carrying over is make-out with a cute guy. You can do that any time of the year and it, after all, cuffing season (that’s a thing, right?).