Hey there — I’m Marcy.

I’m a northern Ontario girl with mud on my boots, stardust in my planner, and a habit of turning “one day” into “how about now?”

Bucket & Go wasn’t born in a boardroom with a coffee in hand. It was born somewhere between palliative care night shifts, roadside pit stops, and kitchen table travel plans that started with, “What if we just said screw it and went?”

After 26 years in health care — most of them spent walking alongside people in their final days — I learned the kind of things no textbook or TED Talk can teach you.
Like how time is both a thief and a gift.
How regrets feel heavier than backpacks.
And how nobody ever says they wish they’d scrolled more.

That’s why Bucket & Go isn’t about chasing more-it’s about choosing what actually matters, while you still can.

My husband and I? We’re those people. We sold everything. Bought a cabin in the woods. Planted trees. Made fires. Laughed a lot. Cried sometimes. Wandered dirt roads with a camera in one hand and a half-baked dream in the other.

People tell us all the time:
“I live through your adventures.”
And while I totally get the sentiment — it always hits me the same way: You don’t have to live through me. You can live like you mean it, too.

So I built Bucket & Go. First for us — to track, dream, and plan a life that felt true. Then I realized… this isn’t just ours.
This is for you.
The road trip rebel. The stargazing soul. The Sunday planner and the Monday dreamer. The person who’s tired of saying “Maybe next year.”

This site is my love letter to the magic of choosing now over never — and the belief that you don’t have to be rich, perfect, or fearless to live a damn good story.

You just have to start.

So here it is: part guide, part gut-check, part hell yes.

Welcome to Bucket & Go.
Let’s trade burnout for bucket lists.
Let’s live the life we swore we’d never settle for.
Let’s pack light, dream big, and cuss a little when the GPS reroutes.

And if you ever need proof that it’s okay to start over in the middle of nowhere with a wild heart and Wi-Fi, well… you’re lookin’ at her.