Every year, I’d add one new thing to my list — at least, until I was 22. That was when I kind of let my bucket list die because #adulting became more important.
A lot of the items on my list are pretty standard — who doesn’t have skydiving on theirs? — and I’ve already made a significant dent in completing many of them. But I sort of forgot about the list for a while until I found it while going through old notebooks this past year. So I’ve decided to start adding to it once again.