Today I learned that Carrie Fisher died – that strong, sassy, quick witted and freaking talented inspiration from my childhood that I grew to admire more for her openness about her personal struggles. That woman who showed me that I can be a kick ass human being regardless of gender. That woman who reminded us of the ageism and sexism problem that infiltrates our lives through the screen and the woman who constantly spoke her mind. There are few celebrities who have passed and left a strange void in my heart and Carrie Fisher is definitely one of them. She is one with the force and the force is with her.
I have a bucket list. In fact, I have several bucket lists scattered around on bits of papers and in half written journals. Doesn’t everyone?
For the longest time my bucket list was pretty average. Go travelling, write a novel (I’m working on it) learn how to do a handstand (still working on that one as well) and fall in love (how freaking cliched…right? ahem … right? Still haven’t fallen in love so…). From all accounts it looked like my bucket list was just a random list of ideas…but, this weekend, I knocked something off my bucket list.
I did an adventure race.