Recently, two things happened simultaneously: bloggers Karla Garcia and Mayleen Gonzalez asked me to be a part of their blogger collaboration for their B.O.A.T (Best of All Time) Attire line (a brand inspired by Shark Week, but created with the idea that it’s cool to wear boating attire long past the summer), and my bestie Maria Tettamanti announced she’s going shark diving—a “to do” on her bucket list. The common link between the two: the green shark’s jaw on my tank. And the realization that I don’t actually have a bucket list.
I could chalk it up to my delusional fantasy that I’m invincible, blame it on my lack of thrill-seeking or the fact that I swear i’m still 21, but the reality is, at 35, it’s time to make a list of things I want to see and do before I kick the bucket.
So, over the next few months I’m going to put together my list of to dos before I die. I know somewhere on it will be seeing Italy, doing yoga in India and singing on a stage. And I can assure you, without a shadow of a doubt, that nowhere on my list will you find shark diving. I think we all know how I feel about sharks. I’ve done many a post on my thalassophobia, which stems from a phobia of being eaten alive (thanks spring break Jaws marathon summer 1980-whatever).
What can I say, you only live once. And I’d like to do mine with all my limbs in tact.
Photographed by Maria Tettamanti