I want to talk about friends. And bucket lists. And asking for what you want. And what happens when you get it.
Regarding friends, I want to talk about the ones who don’t live close to you.
For me, one of those people is my friend Christine. She was dating a friend of mine back in the day, he commented on something I wrote, she found my blog, and we became best friends in a bathroom at a drop zone.
True story, that’s our story.
Anyway, one of my favorite things about my friendship with Christine is our “On This Day” game. Allow me to explain.
Back in 2006-2009ish, there was this phenomenon of writing Facebook status updates in 3rd person. Remember that? The prompt would be “Sydney….” and then I’d say something clever like “is studying for chemistry, and she hates chemistry.”
So right, Facebook had this awkward period. Every day, we scroll through our “On This Day” memories and send each other the most vague/random/hilarious updates from Back In The Day. We send them in the morning, and sometimes we elaborate on what was going on in our lives at that time.
On this day 8 years ago, I said I wanted to make snow angels in every park on this list of parks in Chicago. I then made the BEST bucket list I’ve ever made.
That bucket list, which I wrote in some funky ass spiral pattern on the first page of one of the coolest journals I’ve ever owned, was the inspiration for my list of 25 things I wanted to do while I was 25, which included things like:
“make snow angels in every park in Chicago”
“run my own agency in San Diego within 5 years”
“go to Paris, Bali, New Zealand, SYDNEY”
“Learn how to make one really baller meal from start to finish: appetizer, salad, entree, dessert”
“Learn how to make sushi.”
And, added to the list in March 2010 after I spoke at SXSW: “Learn how to skydive.”
…And other things that 25-year-old me gave a shit about.
What happened next felt like a dream, but was actually a very simple display of getting clear on what you want, asking for it, and believing you deserve to receive it.
I published that list on my blog, and people came out of the woodwork to help me knock out these things on my list.
A colleague sent me to a cooking school in Chicago to learn how to make sushi.
A friend encouraged me to go skydiving with him over Memorial Day weekend.
My parents reminded me that I had been working on the meal thing with my dad as I helped prepare holiday meals. I already had that foundation, and they encouraged me to expand on it.
Later that year I met Barry.
So today, in honor of those snow angels that I never made because skydiving took me south and out west before I lived through another Chicago winter, I’m making a new bucket list.
I’m excited to see how my world shifts to make it happen. Because it always does.