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The Act of Living Simply

Well there’s not much I can update about, because I’ve been occupied with things other than the bucket list. However #15 Climb a tall tree and #51 Watch the clouds¬†are so simple I was starting to fret that I would end the summer without completing either, in which case I would feel like an epic fail. So that’s what I did. And it was pretty darn fun. ūüôā

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan

P.S. – The top of the tree you see in the photo is the tree I climbed. Just wanted to let you know.

P.P.S. – I’m still working on the nonfiction novel…one hundred more pages to go!

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Fun with a Capital F

Not only did I complete three things yesterday, I also had a sensational time in doing so. I dare say yesterday was one of my top-5 most memorable days from this summer and¬†most interestingly it didn’t start out as anything special. I was actually¬† beginning to think it was going to be a dud day until things started to improve miraculously. I would even wager that yesterday taught me an important lesson in the patience department. “Good things come from those who wait.” Seems like a legit message for me after yesterday.

#28 Make something out of duct tape.

If you have stuck with me this whole summer, you may remember that I am a pretty pitiful crafter. (need I bring up the college? how about the pottery?) So I was having some regrets on ever thinking I could possibly make something decent out of duct tape of all things. Never one to turn down a challenge though, it seemed like fate when I was pursuing the aisles in Five Below and came across a whole shelf stocked with a variety of colored and decorative duct tape at the discounted price of $1.99. Grabbing one fluorescent green roll and a pale blue one, I triumphantly walked away with my purchases, thrilled to be on my way towards completing yet another bucket list item. When I arrived at home a quick Google search gave me an excessive amount of tutorials involving duct tape. However with my nonexistent crafter skills I decided to stick with the basics and make a bow. Fifteen minutes later I was beyond ecstatic, because not only had I made a decent bow I had actually enjoyed the process of making it. Energized after my huge success I decided to try my hand at making a wallet. Thirty minutes later, after only a few minor debacles, I was once again pleased with the outcome of my work. With a bounce in my step I headed out to show off to my family my new accessories. They were so impressed they asked me to make them wallets. With my ego boosted from all the praises I can very rightly so check off #28.

#29 Send a message in a bottle.

As I was “completing” this task the voices in my head kept up a steady rant of “CHEATER!” “CHEATER!” This is because I decided not to pollute our already polluted waters with a message in a bottle that would most likely never be found or read. Call that statement cynical, but it’s the truth. Luckily the internet hosts a variety of ways for someone to send a virtual message in a bottle.¬†That’s how I managed to complete this item without littering, with the help of this nifty little website: http://www.oceangram.com/¬†Keep our waters clean people, resist the urge to throw bottles and trash and do it online instead. ūüôā

#60 Go bowling. Try to win.

Bowling in three words is: exasperating, hilarious, and fun. Especially when its mini bowling. That’s right folks, miniature bowling, also know as duck-pin bowling, is played with smaller bowling balls and pins. You also get to roll three times, unlike the two times in normal bowling.¬†Duck-pin bowling is all the fun of regular bowling, just in a smaller size. I took my friend there once years ago and when she asked if we could go again I gladly agreed. Four games, two strikes, and five spares later we were exhausted¬†after our bowling bonanza, which involved a lot of screaming and jumping up and down,¬†so we came back to my house, collapsed on the coach, and watched the Olympics. Somewhere in between we¬†decided that we have the skills to be the next USA Beach Volleyball team. How exactly this happened, I don’t know, I’ve never even played volleyball. That just goes to show how random we are. ūüôā

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan


Updates! Updates! Updates!

As of late I’ve become horrible at updating the blog on all the things I’ve completed. So this post and the next one will probably be of substantial size, as I’ve decided to condense the items I completed in to¬†two separate blog posts. This way I think it will be easier for both me and my readers to better grasp what’s been happening over at casa de Meagan.

First let me start with #83 Paint a face paint masterpiece. Show it off in public. The reality is I accomplished this bucket list item weeks ago, but somehow let it slip from my memory, and its been gathering dust in the back of my cluttered brain. As I was dusting this certain memory off I have found that there was nothing special about the completion of this task. It was simply composed of me painting a mutant and somehow sinister butterfly on my cheek, then proceeding to walk around in public with said monstrosity on my face. Other than a few confused glances from concerned citizens the intended effect of this (to surprise or delight strangers) was somehow lost. I suppose teenagers walking about with disturbing butterfly face paint is a more common occurrence then I had originally thought.

#90 Walk on the beach at night is a perfect example of how the little things in life can be the bearers of the fondest memories. Simplistic things like taking a barefoot walk  on the beach as the sun sets allows me to focus on the joys I have in my life and find a purpose in what I do. Be it the crashing waves or the hot smooth sand tickling my toes, something  about the stillness of a night beach walk brings to mind the positives of life, and all the negative is left behind, washed away by the waves. So despite the utter simplicity of #90 it holds one of my most cherished memory of this summer.

My childishness is highlighted¬†in this next completed item – #105 Bury myself in the sand. Somehow despite all the obvious¬†downsides of this one list item, I decided that burying myself in the scorching sand would be a fun ode to my childhood. Realistically this was a senseless thing to do, and it ended with sand going in places sand should never be. This half-witted idea ended up being so moronic it was literally laughable, just ask random beachgoers who witnessed my trivial antics. However it led to the completion of #114 Build a sandcastle, which ended just as badly as #105. Meaningless, pointless, and foolish these tasks were meant to take me back to a simpler time. The harsh reality though is that no matter how fun sand may seem, it’s no good once it gets in all your nooks and crannies. ūüôā

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan


The 60’s

And by the¬†60’s I mean…

#60 Play mini golf. Try to get a hole in one.

and

#65 Go on a bike ride.

Day Two of vacation began sunny and bright at 7:00 am. A check on the weather forecast showed that the massive storm that had hit the night before had moved farther South and we were in the clear for the rest of the week. With a new town to explore what else could I do but hop on my bike and see what there was to discover. As much as I love bike riding, my home town is the single worst place in the world to go for a bike ride. The reason? Hills, hills, hills. Despite my love of sports I find huffing and puffing up a gigantic hill in 90 degree heat…well not very¬†enjoyable to say the least. However I was at the beach with nay a hill in sight and it was such lovely breezy day, to not go bike riding would have been a sin. With this is mind I set out and successfully completed #65.

As nighttime approached on Day Two I begged my tired family to go mini golfing.¬†One of the things I have noticed in my admittedly short lifetime is that mini golf places seem to flourish in commercial¬†beach towns. Wether your on the West Coast or the East Coast, if your by the seashore you are sure to find an abundance of these put-put palaces. Now as I said before,¬†I tried to get a hole in one…and ended up getting two¬†hole in ones! Bonus! I was confident that with such a spectacular score I would win by a landslide and¬†hardly tried to suppress my cockiness. So imagine my astonishment and embarrassment when I discovered I had come in a disappointing second. This unforseen outcome left me flabbergasted and I assumed the only reasonable explanation was that the score had been miscalculated. When the score¬†was recounted¬†and I received the news that I truly had not won, I dejectedly left, wistfully thinking about how close I had come to being victorious. However in the parking lot, as I was preparing to step into the car, I happened to look down and find a five dollar bill! It may not have been five hundred dollars, but it worked pretty well in cheering me up after my¬†botched attempt¬†at put-put. ūüôā

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan