The Art of the Bucket List

We've been doing the Bucket List project at school this week. 100 things to do before you die.

Nice way to wrap things up. Or so I thought. You know, get my walking hormone pack to think about something besides bikinis, six-packs and beaches.

I thought I was making progress with them until someone asked me if "Sleep with Drake" was an appropriate goal.

I looked up quizically and squinted my eyes at her as if that would improve my hearing or change what she said and finally realized with some dismay that she was dead serious.

"Take a wild guess" I said dryly.

"Uh, no"?

"Good guess".

Wait a minute, I thought, Who's Drake?

So I asked her.

"Who's Drake"?

"A rapper", She replied casually.

That figures, I thought as I shrugged my shoulders and she crossed him off her list.

But apart from those kinds of responses and the predictable "win the lottery", (ie; I'm too lazy to think this through) as time went by, most kids began to take the list more seriously. And watching that happen was very cool.

100 things to do before you die.

It can be pretty daunting.

Once you hit about 30 things, it gets tougher unless your goal is to visit every city in the world and then all you have to do is get an Atlas and you're golden.

But that's cheating. (There's honor in writing the list).

Making a list however, becomes more manageable if you break it up into the seven categories I've mentioned before based on Canfield's Principles of Success;

personal relationships, finances, career, health and fitness, self-improvement, relationships, and contribution to society.

And the idea is not to overwhelm yourself with so many damn goals at once that suddenly you feel like you won't do any of them.

That would be like a writer giving themselves a deadline of 2000 words a day (ahem) knowing the pressure to do so would probably force them to clean their bathroon instead so they could avoid it entirely.

And we've all been there.

A good bucket list takes a long time to make. Not just one afternoon, or even one day. You have to stew on it. It has to simmer in the slow-cooker of your mind until all the flavors come together and the gravy starts to look like gravy instead of a cornucopia of veggies, meat and stock.

And what feels like individual pieces of an incomplete puzzle begins to come together and resemble a docket of your life.

And the things that excite you are the very things that begin to define who you are.

As you write the list, you get to know yourself. That's one of the subtler benefits.

You get to know what your priorities are, whether you're a risk-taker or more conservative, whether you choose security over freedom, whether you embrace a white picket fence or the gypsy within.

You start to feel the extent of your comfort zone or even the self-imposed boundaries of your existence.

And the list becomes an entity that grows into more specifics as your vision expands. And you expand with it because self-understanding is one of the keys to experiencing the richness of life and somewhere along the way, you figure that out.

Somewhere along the way, you become more specific about what you want.

You go from writing "I want to go to Europe" to:

"I want to say 10 'Hail Mary's' while kneeling in the first pew of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris after first sipping an espresso in a neighborhood cafe".

But these things take time.

That's why these lists must be reviewed periodically. As you change so do the things on your list. Some things are crossed off because either you've done them, or they no longer serve you, or they just don't make sense anymore.

It's all about self-discovery.

But everybody's gotta start somewhere - even if that somewhere is, "Sleep with Drake".

In the words of Margaret Young:

You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.

The Art of the Mini-deadline

I was rereading my headline and realized that I haven't done much shenaniganing or even manifesting lately as I've been preoccupied with my fair share of those little things called 'obligations'.

And without shenanigans (or manifesting), I dare say there isn't much to discuss unless I want to blog about my daily schedule which goes something like this;

I get up around 6:30 am every day for school. Do the usual morning routine (minus the coffee as I'm basically a tea and carrot juice drinker) and head to school.

I now spend my days with the same Junior Highs because I took a year-end term position. And they've been great (who knew?) but lo and behold, I'm still drained when I get home.

And it's interfering with my other life.

(My guess is that I need some sort of hormone-proof vest or shield to dissipate the energy they exude because it acts like Kryptonite on my whole body).

In any case, as a result I always need a nap at the end of the day but choose instead to open the fridge door and 'tilt' while simultaneously tuning into Cesar Millan, Dog Whisperer for more sage advice.

Not good, (but highly satisfying in a shallow, momentary-satisfaction kind of way).

In any case, once I have settled down into my more balanced self, (around 6ish) I catch up with friends and family, go for a walk, maybe do a little art, read, and then head to bed early for no other good reason except that I tell myself it's necessary in order to be awake and alert the following day.

(Which I've discovered is not true because when I'm engaged in activity that propels my soul forward, I'm not tired at all).

What has become incredibly clear since this life experiment began almost one year ago is that I need a revision.

It’s one thing to write up a list of goals and quite another to see them through.

I can write “I want to climb the Inca trail to Macchu Piccu” until I’m blue in the face but if I don’t set a date to do so, set money aside for the trip and make sure I’m healthy enough to handle the altitude, then it might as well be a pipe dream.

And the difference between a pipe dream and an intention is the emotional charge. There is a negative charge with the pipe dream – it's always perceived as a joke, something that will never be - while an intention carries with it, a positive, pro-active charge.

And I don't want to be a joke.

But intending is only the beginning.

First there's intending, then writing things down, then taking baby steps to see whatever it is you want manifested through to fruition.

And although on many levels I'm quite pleased with my own progress both internally and externally, there is still much to do and it's high time I did a re-evaluation of PROCESS - not so much of the actual goals as they largely remain the same - but of the manner in which I accomplish them.

And manageable, broken up into segments, I-can-handle-this-mini-goal-without-falling-into-a-deep-depression-at-the-magnitude-of-it-all, is the key to succeeding.

Here's an example...

A friend of mine just today, called for some moral support regarding his writing. He wants to get a novel done he started a couple of years ago. It shows much promise IF ONLY HE COULD FINISH IT.

Sound familiar?

In his case, it's a matter of re-editing to death before he can bring himself to move on. And since we all know that perfection is an illusion, seeking after it is like chasing those water-like mirage puddles you see on a highway in the intense heat when you're driving your car on a freshly paved highway.

By the time you get to where you thought each puddle was, it's just road again. And your eyes look to the next one hoping you'll get to see it up close this time and prove it's not a mirage, but to no avail. And you have to start all over again because what you thought you would see doesn't actually exist.

There's no bloody end to it.

So we came to an agreement.

I told him I would check in on him tonight at a certain time to see how much work he got done. Eight o'clock to be specific. He wanted a word count goal for motivation

(I don't believe in word counts any more than I do using scale when I go on a diet but whatever, it's his goal).

He was thinking 2000 words. I was thinking he was out of his mind. I'm all about mini-deadlines.

"How about 500"?

(That's roughly 2 pages).

I could almost smell the relief at his end - I always imagined relief would smell like lavender flowers if it had a scent...

"Think about it. If you produced one page a day, (not even two) at the end of a year - IF YOU WERE CONSISTENT - you'd have a 365 page novel".

Busted.

That's when I realized I needed to take my own advice. If I want to write this other book, I must set smaller goals and be held accountable for achieving them.

So I told him what I thought I could do between 4 pm and 8, which was our re-evaluation time. All I have to do is flush out one sectionof my new in-progress book proposal.

It's now 7:37.

This might be more like a micro-deadline...

The Art and Beauty of World Cup Soccer

Another gorgeous day...

... especially if you're Brazilian.

Or if you're a Kiwi. I know it was a tie but seriously... The no. 1 team (Italy) against no. 78 (New Zealand) TIED?

My condolences to the descendants of the Roman Empire.

And my heartfelt congratulations to the new kids on the block who haven't participated in world cup soccer for the last 27 years, until now. What feels like a loss to Italy, felt like a win to New Zealand.

Like everything else, it's all relative.

Or paraphrasing the commentators "A team who basically only gets to practice against a bunch of guys from the Solomon Islands, just tied the no. 1 soccer team in the world... WOW..."

Wow indeed. Kudos to the underdog.

Ya gotta love world cup soccer. While numbers vary, it is believe that somewhere between 800 million and 1.1. billion watch the Fifa World Cup Soccer games. My boys swear it's 3 billion but actual numbers are impossible to verify. But I bet my soccer shoes they're right. (If I had any that is).

And I'm certain that like any good fishing story, those numbers will grow before it's actually over and somewhere, there will be proof that every man, woman, child, infant and fetus will have witnessed (or heard) a goal-induced scream celebrating either some team's victory or another's crushing defeat.

I know people who snub the winter olympics, but embrace world cup soccer as a religious holiday.

In fact, some countries - like Brazil - shut down so nobody has to miss a Brazilian game. That never happens with the Olympics. Here's part of an article from the online Brazil Global that describes just that:

Understanding why Brazil “stops” during the World Cup is understanding how Brazilians relate to pride and joy.

It might sound like a contradiction. A country that is a star among emerging economies, just about to leave the reductionist image of being the country of “samba and carnival” suddenly becomes exactly that.

Everything will stop.

Most (probably all) companies will allow staff to go home early today, when Brazil faces North Korea. Banks have permission from the central bank to close early on the days Brazil is playing, the currency market will operate on shortened hours, and most government agencies will shut down.

The economy will not be the same during these days. Televisions and beer have an extra boost while other segments will halt.

Okay, so we know that soccer is BIG. And that it's disproportionately popular in Brazil (and they have, arguable the most beloved team), but it's huge EVERYWHERE. So my question still remains...

Why soccer?

Why is it bigger than the Olympics? I know they both take place every four years, but with soccer there's less sports variety. So what gives?

The answer came from my own boys... and when I heard it, it was plain as day...

"Because anybody can play soccer. Even poor kids. But you have to be rich to play some of those other sports. I hate to say it, but some sports are elitist and we don't think that's fair. But not soccer, and not running. So those are the two we watch."

I get it now.

Soccer is an everyman sport. It's an every kid sport too. And with soccer, the possibility of super-star success crosses all socio-economic boundaries. You might play with a crappier ball and holes in your shoes (or barefeet for that matter) but if you have talent and you practice there's always the possibility...

HOPE. (noun, verb) def: the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best

So it's more than pride. Soccer is the embodiment of an even playing field. Like running. If you're fast, you're fast. And you don't need money to prove it.

That's what makes soccer special.

And everybody needs hope. Why? Because in the face of adversity, that's all anybody has.

And we need people that can prove to us that we didn't hope in vain so that maybe someday we too, will rise above our own circumstances.

And if that proof comes from an underdog?

Even better...