At 70, sitting in my rocking chair...Oh wait, that was this afternoon on my front porch. Anyway, I thought about my bucket list and reached into my bucket and it was empty. It had been so for a few years now, Motorcycle racing Yep early 70's. Owner/driver of a semi/ Yep, mid 60's. Family, child, office practice in Counseling Psych, lived on my sailboat, Hippie in the 60's in Greenwich Village with assorted chemical enhancements, trained as a chef, Colorado and lived in the mountains, had the love of 4 wonderful woman and (in the late fifties) a wonderful young man. Danced with the Ballet. Transitioned to my real gender/self. Made a place for myself here in our vibrant Lgbt community. Worked my last 4 yrs as my trans-lesbian self in a psychiatric prison facility for men. Yep, bucket's empty. I am one content older woman.And very blessed.