Living

I never really considered myself the adventurous type- as a child I certainly didn't conform to this as standard- I would never have imagined having the experiences I have now had- I guess I grew into things and landed myself in incredible situations without ever having really laid them out as a plan.  I never took a gap year and I never really wanted to until a little later- I suppose after I started travelling I got bitten by the bug and this opened my horizons.

Today I spoke to a lady in her 60's who made me smile- she was planning to visit the last place on her bucket list and I really got to thinking- is a bucket list finite or do we keep adding things the more we accomplish? She was sure this was the only really substantial thing left for her to surmount.  I find myself wondering if I want to make it to this stage or does that mean the dreaming is over- surely as long as your mind is wandering you are adding to the list.

I don't have a bucket list in a very literal sense- I have a varied array of things I would like to accomplish, mostly travel related but personal goals as well- and I'd like to think that I will reach most of these.  In terms of travel though I feel that there is so many places to see and so much to experience that I will perhaps never be satisfied with one last destination, I'll keep adding for as long as I can. 

I'm heading out to put one huge tick on the list at Victoria Falls later this week- I'm living my life and not harbouring any regrets and I am proud, if not feeling a little corny about the soppiness of this entire posting!