Yes, I have one.
Publish my books.
Go on an African Safari.
Tour India.
Photograph the Aurora.
Summit Mt St Helens.
This year I was able to cross one of them off . . . permanently . . . with a big ole black marker.
Eighteen years ago was my 1st attempt only to be turned around by weather and an insane guide who mocked me of my fears of being blown off the rim by the storm that was bearing down on us.
Since then, I had planned and purchased 5 more climb permits only to be turned away by weather, injuries and insecurities.
But this year I finally made it.
I didn't go alone. My sister gathered a group of friends who trained with us and climbed through boulders and pumice to celebrate our achievement on top of an active (ish) volcano. I doubt I could have done it without them.
From Mark's glee at finding a new passion to Evie's determination to not let a bunch of boulders get in her way to Andrea's magical cooling rags to my sister's insistence that she would kick my ass if I didn't get to the top, I found the ability in myself to overcome the heat and self-doubt.
Every step was worth it - to watch as the landscape changed with every ridge line - to accomplish a goal so long in the making - to share the accomplishment with new found friends.
I look forward to the next accomplishment especially with my friends - old and new, near and far - supporting me along the way.
And of course a sister who won't hesitate to kick my ass to get it done.
Love you all.
