This post was supposed to be published ten days ago. It was also supposed to be sparky, cheerful and ten points long. Life got in the way.
My husband got sick and was in hospital for eight days. Our existence lost its balance. Things are mostly OK again now, although it’s going to take a while to get back to normal. He’s tired, we’re tired and our plans for the next six months aren’t what we’d planned.
I can only remember one thing on that summer bucket list:
Go to the sea side.
It can’t be a coincidence that this is the only thing I remember off my list. I don’t get to the coast anywhere near as often as I’d like. The last time (in fact only time so far this year) was our trip to the Isle of Sheppey in June. It’s obviously important, and I’m making it happen on Monday.
It’s probably a blessing that I can’t remember my list. When life throws a curveball at you, everyone tells you just to focus on taking each day as it comes. Set small goals and celebrate small victories.
My summer bucket list went AWOL. I’m not going to force it back again, unless it wants to come. I’m going to take a train to the seaside with my children and sit on the beach. Then we’ll forget about that old list and write a new one.