Late last year my husband and I decided to call an end to our marriage, which in my mind, and in truth, had been failing for most of 2013.
As a result I wrote a “Fuck It List” of everything I wanted to do in my life and everywhere I wanted to go. Apparently a Fuckit List is also something else but I’ll leave you to google that for yourselves. I didn’t want to call it a Bucket List, because to me that implies the end is nigh. And not only do I hope it isn’t, I also have issues with dealing with my own mortality at the moment so Bucket List seemed too pessimistic.
So Fuckit List it is.
When I tweeted about it originally, the main idea was that this year I would visit New York, even if it meant going alone. I reasoned that I had not managed to achieve this during 2 marriages, therefore I would just go ahead and do it by myself.
Regular followers and friends will know that my plans have changed somewhat. Life is very unpredictable and you never know what’s around the corner. So the list has become a little fluid … :)
However. Some things have been ticked off and I did promise to blog about it. So here goes…
The first thing I crossed off might seem a little pedestrian to some. I wanted a red coat. Well, surely I could have just bought a red coat at any time? No. Not really. I have an incredibly practical streak in me and every time I bought a new coat I would be drawn to the black and greys of sensibility, the coat that would be timeless – except of course they only seem to last a couple of years before you need a new one.
Luckily red coats were on trend this winter and I soon found the perfect one. So. I have the red coat, have worn it a lot and it makes me feel wonderful. It’s also very useful for people trying to spotting me on crowded railway platforms apparently….
My list isn’t just about things. It’s about experiences too. Some of them seemingly very small… to receive a love letter. I had never received an honest-to-goodness handwritten love letter in my life. Well now I have.
And no, I’m not going to tell you what was in it, am I?