I recently turned 35, so I challenged myself to write a list of 35 things that I’d like to do in the next year. I didn’t realize how big that number is. The list of 35 never happened. However, here’s what I do have.
Play catch with Frank White.
Complete another century ride.
Complete another CD project.
Read and re-read some classic pieces of literature: Of Mice and Men, 1984, To Kill a Mockingbird, and others.
Go 24 hours without talking.
Purchase a new pair of TOMS Shoes.
Play golf on a consistent basis—including all of my favorite Springfield courses: Payne Stewart Memorial, Rivercut, Deer Lake, and maybe Highland Springs.
Start working on a new manuscript.
Organize a fundraiser for the Prader-Willi Syndrome Association.
Have lunch with Mr. Nichols.
Eat at Chick-fil-A.
Go camping with my family.
Meet an independently wealthy, passionate, generous benefactor who will gladly sponsor some of my projects.
Meet Byron in person.
Attend the Jubilee Conference in Pittsburgh in February.
Spend some time with friends at the CAC in East St. Louis, IL.
Go to a Royals’ game, sitting immediately behind the Royals’ dugout.
Brainstorm solutions to worldwide poverty and modern-day slavery.
So, what’s on your bucket list?
Hopefully, when I turn 36, I will have no recollection of this list whatsoever, and will not feel obligated to chase the windmills of yesteryear.