Today bit. Not that I was surprised, but holy hell it hurt. The weird part was nothing negative happened. Just good stuff was said, yet the outcome was not one I had hoped for nor counted on. I fell for the 8th time and picked myself up for a 9th. I’m at a loss for direction at the moment, but there are some good things that came from this.
- I didn’t eat my emotions.
- I swam for 75 minutes instead.
- I engaged my kids in conversation about books.
I know that last one doesn’t make sense. I am the master of my thoughts. I can choose to wallow in self-pity OR I can change my thought patterns and move forward. I had been reading a cool list on Pinterst called Fiction-Bucketlist.
I asked my kids what would be on their list. The only rule was it had to be book-fiction, not movies or TV. Genetic Offspring immediately said “Walk into Mordor and say ‘Whatsup Bitches?'”. That was awesome.
We discussed various possibilities and Chatterbox wanted to follow the White Rabbit.
As a kid I would have loved to be Mike Mulligan and dig the basement faster and straighter than 10 men or drink raspberry cordial with Anne and Diana. I would have loved to be as eloquent as Charlotte living in the barn doorway or go to Kenner boarding school and be roommates with Sheila. My kids wanted to send a howler, be a starcatcher or a demigod and defeat medusa and fight Aries and send him to tartarus, and of course, drink ambrosia. Best of all, they wanted to scam Huck and Tom to paint the fence. I created a monster because they played this game for hours. It was great to hear them discussing books.
When I read a particularly great book, I think about the characters for days afterwards. I get swept away in story line possibilities and fantasize about outcomes that star me. This is something I often did for as long as I can remember. I have imagination down to an art. Some people call it fan fiction, but I never wrote these stories down. I would just play them in my head before bed and dream happily about the events that were unfolding. This made me think of my favorite ideas for my own fiction bucket list.
- Visit Quinten’s to see who is sitting in the secret booth and have dinner with Ria and Colm.
- Nurse Jesse back to health and have him rescue me from myself.
- Go after Rhett until he gives a damn.
- Run through the Fire Swamp with Wesley.
- Paint London red with Aishling and Elizabeth.
- Walk in the garden with Mr. Darcy and encourage him to steal a kiss.
- Spend the day with Tony at Coney Island.
- Go back through the stones to find Jamie.
- Spend my summers on Martha’s Vineyard with Caitlin and Vix.
- Live in New York and chum around with girlfriends while having fabulous careers and a Mr. Big who pops round every now and then.
- Sweep Sirius off his feet and save him from Bellatrix
- Sitting on the bench in the park, thinking my life is in tatters when he sits down beside me, takes my hand a smiles.
Compliling this list made think about re-reading some of my favorites, like Tara Road, The Other Side of the Story or Brooklyn. It’s a perfect night to do that.
What is on your fictional bucket list?