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In one of the classes I took this past semester, we had to write a life journal. In a binder, we combined our life stories, a life timeline, funeral plans, resumes, document proofs of our lives, and a bucket list. If you've seen the movie that came out in 2007 starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman (who I just love!), then you know what a bucket list is. For those of you who don't, it is simply a list of all the things you want to do before you die. Mine is pretty lengthy. The other day I was updating it and the realization came to me that a lot of the items on my bucket list, I need to be doing sooner, rather than later.

Here is my bucket list:
• Run a marathon
• Do a three day hike
• Serve a mission
• Earn a BA
• Earn my MA
• Earn a Psy. D.
• Own my own clinic
• Ride a horse
• Live the rest of my life not needing any kind of surgery
• Learn to salsa dance
• Fall madly, incredibly, insanely in love
• Do service in at least two other countries
• Be married in the temple
• Raise children in the gospel
• Adopt
• Be a foster parent
• Be bilingual
• Spend a year in France
• Smash grapes with my feet 
• Stay at a French Chateau
• Read at a French bakery
• Touch a live dolphin
• Have a CD made of my music
• Be debt free
• Skydive
• Freefall
• Own my own dog
• Visit Walden Pond and read Thoreau
• Learn to juggle
• Raft down the Grand Canyon (you’d think I have already done this since I worked there three summers in a row… but nope! Stupid)
• Own a beautiful home, even if it’s only beautiful to me
• Ride in a hot air balloon
• Get my kids through college
• Get under 150, and stay there
• Teach a Pilates class
• Swim in the ocean
• Cook homemade bread and have it be delectable

What's on your bucket list? If money, time, and people's opinions were not an issue, what would you be doing?

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