I just added some stuff on my bucket list.
As I went through it I realize that I still have A L O T to do.
I’m still pretty young, but I think it’s fair to say that on some level my mind has started settling.
I have a job that I like with youths that I love. I have asmall, cute apartment where I have made myself at home. I live in a small town, which is not my idea of a perfect life, but for the past 6 years I have made myself at home. The smalltown charm of being familiar and cheerio with even the shop owners around here has become something pleasant. I have a church that I absolutely adore with all the imperfect people. I have a small car and a great bike with which I can take bike rides around the countryside. I have made friends. Some superficial, but some truly dear ones. I’m involved in serveral organisations in my town, volunteering, supporting, donating time for a good cause. All in all.. I have a good base for settlement.
However, I’m not done yet with my bucket list.
Settling is a scary thought that I have resented most of my life. Still.. here I am, settling!
I haven’t achieved by far what I want to do yet, and I guess this blog entry is mostly a way to remind myself of that my dreams are still there. The bucket list is still filled with challenges I wish to accomplish.
When? How? With whom?
How can I make all of this come true?
Is settling contra productive when my list is growing every day? Who’s to say dreams can’t survive and be free in the middle of stagnation?
Well.. I don’t have any answers. But this is my way of awakaning my heart again..
There was a time when adventure was the only thing on my agenda. I miss that time. Even though I am growing, learning new things, finding the charm in sticking around, building relationships and a foundation.. I DO miss the adventure time at some extent.
It’s like a constant companion, the voice in my head whispering
“Don’t loose track of your goals!”
“Dream big! Dream on!”
“Wake up!!!!”
Is settling contra productive to what my heart is really longing for?