Three months to live - what would you do?

Just over three months left to live...what would you do?

Here's my list:

1. Quit work immediately!!
2. Spend the first 6 weeks traveling to: Spain, Morocco, Africa, Armenia (me), Denmark (hub), Bhutan and finish it off someplace tropical where I can swim in a warm, calm ocean
3. See as much of family and friends as possible
4. Get up at 5am everyday and go to bed at midnight
5. Rent a home somewhere very rustic and beautiful
6. Spend a little time everyday doing something artistic, painting, drawing etc
7. Finding a wonderful recipe every single day and making something delicious
8. Buy the finest wine and freshest food possible, invite everyone over for dinner every night
9. Sing at the top of my lungs
10. Hear lots of live music, classical, blues, rock....take 'em all in.
11. Not clean a single thing!!

Looking at my list, these are very simple things. And totally doable. Like, I can do most of them right now. I guess this is the point of this exercise, huh?
What would be on your list?

And Then Some.....

I'm not lonely or morose today. But I love poetry so very much and occasionally have posted poems here that touch me. I have pilfered this from the comments section of another's blog. I admit it, but I love it so that makes my plagiarism ok:

"Song"

You're wondering if I'm lonely:
OK then, yes, I'm lonely
as a plane rides lonely and level
on its radio beam, aiming
across the Rockies
for the blue-strung aisles
of an airfield on the ocean.

You want to ask, am I lonely?
Well, of course, lonely
as a woman driving across country
day after day, leaving behind
mile after mile
little towns she might have stopped
and lived and died in, lonely

If I'm lonely
it must be the loneliness
of waking first, of breathing
dawns' first cold breath on the city
of being the one awake
in a house wrapped in sleep

If I'm lonely
it's with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it's neither
ice nor mud nor winter light
but wood, with a gift for burning

--Adrienne Rich

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