Sunrise in Eno

Can I be honest with you for a few minutes?

A little over a year ago, one of my greatest fears was realized. I was talking to this girl who had read a lot of what I’ve written over the past several years. She said that she was content and happy with her life until she started reading about mine.

She said I was writing about all these exciting things & pursuing hopes & dreams, while she had no real dreams and was just following the path expected of her. A path most people would think was pretty exciting, but to her it had become boring.

I felt like she’d punched me in the stomach. It was my fault she was unhappy with her life because I was living and writing about mine.

So my answer was to stop writing. I stopped writing for fear that by living and writing a life I was passionate about, people would think I was bragging or rubbing it in their face.

The quickest way to shut me up in a conversation is to ask me what I do and then respond with “Well…that sounds nice, but some of us actually have to work for a living.” It strikes a giant nerve in my psyche and inside my head I’m screaming about how my food costs just as much as theirs does and how I have to pay for my own health insurance, and, and, and

But of course all I can do is say something along the lines of “Yea…I can’t complain about much.”

For more than a year this kept me from writing anything meaningful. But I’m not scared to write anymore.

At The World Domination Summit this month I was surrounded by other dreamers. Other people who were passionate about their lives or were actively working towards becoming so. These are all people who have taken responsibility for their own lives.

These are the people that I care about and want to be surrounded by, the people who have taken responsibility for their own lives.

This may surprise you, but if you had asked me in 2006 what my dreams were, I would’ve struggled to answer. My mind wasn’t wired that way. I had a job that I enjoyed & was rocking the rat race. I had the debt & the new SUV & the American dream all laid out, complete with 401k’s & all.

I had a few goals jotted down in the back of my Moleskin, but I wasn’t actively pursuing anything that didn’t show up on my corporate eval.

Truthfully, it wasn’t until late 2009 that I created a “notes” document on my iPhone and started jotting down things I’d like to do someday. The beginning of my bucket list.

For several months I’d jot down something now & then. I’d get lost in other people’s blogs & steal things off of their bucket lists.

Then sometime in the spring of 2010 I took a good look at the list. You know what struck me the most?

Of the 50 items on my list, I was getting closer to none of them. . Unless I made a conscious effort to change my direction, I would continue down the road of accomplishing nothing I wanted to accomplish in my life.

Am I special?


I don’t have uber-rich parents or a trust fund. I’m just a fat kid from a small town in Georgia. When I wrote out my list, I had no clue how I would accomplish any of the things on there (and still don’t, in most cases).

But I’m figuring it out one day at a time and I’m having a hell of a time doing it.

So I ask you, what’s your dream?

And if you say you don’t have one, that’s ok, as long as that’s not the end of the conversation. Spend a few days jotting down things you’d like to do before you die. Then revisit it a few days later. Then after a few weeks, take a look at it. The list will be longer than you think, and it might change your life.

No doubt mine did.

Bo is currently living in Orange Beach, Alabama working towards checking #31 off his bucket list. If you’d like to be a part of the adventure, consider sponsoring a mile.