I don't have much of a bucket list. I don't a big list of dreams. I do get feelings that I must do certain things before I don't have a chance to do so anymore or I get a mild case of regret.

Each year, I have the intention of seeing the Big Apple Circus when it plops down at Lincoln Center. This year, Aimee and I watched the documentary series on it instead. A good 40% of invites for shows on Facebook pique my interest but I can't follow through because of the work/creation/rehearsal/random obligation tornado that happens each week. And I feel bad. So much so, I've been thinking about making a spreadsheet of shows I've seen and not seen to be accountable to friends and colleagues I respect. Maybe that's going too far.

Last month, Aimee got me to go out on a horse for the first time in my adult life. I have vague memories of riding in a circle atop a horse under extreme supervision. This was different.

We went to the stables out in Brooklyn. Aimee got a feisty horse named Bingo and I got a former race horse named Invisible, pictured above. We went for a guided ride through the park, led by a young woman who said she did 6 rides during the busy days and only 1 or 2 in the winter.

The most stressful part of the ride was crossing the multiple lanes of Ocean Parkway. A fire engine went off and Invisible started to bolt. My guide said he was reacting to my nervousness. While that was irritating, the rest of the ride was enjoyable. Deep in the park, we picked up the pace and I had my first tangible understanding of what horsepower means.

Maybe I should make a bucket list. For some reason, I can only think of kayaking to put on it.