Damn that Morgan Freeman–the whole world is bucket list crazy. Walking through any airport bookstore, I’m bombarded with thousands of things I should be doing, seeing, reading and eating before I die.
Too many things! Can’t be done! Time is precious, sure, but is turning life into an epic to-do list the way to enjoy it? I’m officially over bucket lists. If you ask me, bucket lists have jumped the shark.
Instead of pressuring myself to see the world, run a marathon or win a Grammy (as a mom to a toddler, I consider it a victory when I leave the house with clean hair), I thought I’d let myself off the hook on some of my least favorite activities. So here they are…
10 things I’m simply not going to do anymore:
1. Go to Ibiza, or any other place where I’m supposed to take Ecstasy, wear a glow necklace and bounce frantically to seizure-inducing rave “music.” If I wanted to relive an episode of my youth, it would involve a large pizza, a six-pack and my old metabolism.
2. Wait in line to return anything that costs less than $10.
3. Deep clean. I’m cool with organizing and tidying, and I’ll do the bare minimum to keep stickiness at bay, but as long as I can pay someone else to scrub the toilet bowl, I will. Life’s too short to do things I hate on a regular basis.
4. Watch movies or television shows about missing kids, kidnapped kids, sick kids, abused kids or pageant kids. My heart can’t take it…
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