Every New Year’s Day I gather my family around (okay, it’s usually when we’re trapped in the car because nothing says family bonding like having nowhere to run) and ask everyone to share their goals for the year. One year, I decided to shake things up. In addition to setting yearly goals, I had everyone create a bucket list for their life.

My kids came up with gems like “Meet Mr. Beast,” “Win a hot dog eating contest,” and “Go to Antarctica to see the penguins.”

My bucket list was a little more aspirational: “Become a best-selling author” and “Win a Newbery.”

When it was my husband’s turn, he didn’t hold back. “Land a triple axle, walk on the moon, free climb el capitan, swim all the way up the Mississippi River without stopping. . .”

“Come on,” I said, cutting him off. “Get serious.”

“Oh,” he replied innocently. “I thought we were listing things we think would be cool but will never actually happen.”

And that’s when we got divorced.

Just kidding.

Okay, okay–my dreams might be a little out there, but they are definitely possible.

And as soon as I win that Newbery, I’m making my husband swim all the way up the Mississippi River without stopping.