Starry Skies

Introduction

I was told yesterday that I have a little less than a year to live, but I think I'm okay with that. I never really liked life anyways, always had a weird wish to die, so death, it doesn't scare me. All that death does for me is insure that I have at least something waiting on the other side.

I told the doctor that I was fine to go without being treated, quite alright without treatments, I'd deal with the symptoms as they came, got worse, and eventually to brought me to my demise, but then, I asked if I would be okay to travel.

Your probably wondering why I asked that, and the simple answer is: Bucket list. I, Charleigh Baker, 20 years old, college Sophomore, am a woman with a bucket list. 

There are over 20 things on the bucket list, all of them ranging from one place to another. An example is this: number 15 is: Stand at the top of the Eiffel Tower, and number 23 is this: Go to London, visit the London Eye. I have a lot on it, and I intend to get at least halfway through it before my time comes. 

I know, its probably dumb, or cliche, but its how I want to spend the last year of my life; doing things that otherwise would've just been bullet points on a yellow legal pad. I don't want to spend the last year of my life worrying, constantly asking myself: is today the day? the day in which I'm gone forever?

 I just think that my life would be better spent not worrying, putting little check marks beside the things I've done, going to sleep, not caring if I wake up the next morning or if I don't. My life would be better spent not being an anxious mess, and this is the easiest way to do it.