The other day, I found an old bucket list I had written in my twenties, tucked into a drawer with old cards and photos. At first, I was proud—I’d checked off a lot. But some of the things on that list felt like they belonged to someone else. And in many ways, they did. Those […]

Recently, I came across a bucket list I’d written in my twenties. It had been tucked away with keepsakes—old cards, photos, notes. I paused. At first, I felt proud—I’d checked off a lot. But I also realized: some of the items felt like they came from someone else. And in many ways, they had. That […]