Thanks to the wild range of jobs I've held over the span of my life - waitress, ice cream scooper, CIA clerk, television production, hospital secretary, teacher - I've had a few experiences I might not have had otherwise.
After raising two delightful and accomplished kids, staying happily married for 47 years, and finishing up with a job I really enjoyed, I felt like I'd pretty much done what I'd like to have done with my life and never bothered to make a formal list of life goals.
Then I went to the library the other day and on a whim, headed to the shelf with all the Ds.
Being a best-selling author would be great, not that I'll ever really find out, but somehow this felt bigger.
I guess I did have a bucket list after all.