My sister inspired me.

I was mean to my sister.

Surprise!

She said something at dinner one night about trying to find a four leaf clover.  It was an item on her bucket list.

I scoffed.

"It's on your bucket list?  Bucket lists are for EPIC ADVENTURES, EXPLORING and DEATH DEFYING FEATS.  NOT FOR SOMETHING LIKE FINDING A FOUR LEAF CLOVER! DUH!"

I'm a jerk. And speak in all caps.

I realized that my interpretation of the bucket list is kind of douchey. (Sorry, Brooke.) The list doesn't have to be full of expensive travel or extreme sports.  It can be the little things in life that we've always wanted to do that are within our reach if we just focus on them.

I've added an item to my bucket list.

Do a single cartwheel.

I have never done a cartwheel. I don't trust gravity and my body to not break something in the process of wheeling. The other day I was teaching an improv class, and we were waiting for additional students to get there to begin.  While we waited, I suggested we do cartwheels EVEN THOUGH I DON'T KNOW HOW.  The two other ladies in the class tried.  I couldn't.  I was too scared. Scared of looking dumb or falling.

Not anymore. I'm gonna rock a cartwheel and I 'm going to look dumb doing it.  I'll scratch it off that bucket list and move on to the next item.

Seeing the Aurora Borealis in person.

That may take a while.