I love lists. I make to do lists, things I have to buy lists, people to call lists. I have a list of music I would like to acquire, books I want to read, books I want to own. Movies I have to see. This here is a list of list topics.
What I would do if I won the lottery.
Cars I would like to own and/or drive.
Places I want to visit. Places I want to live.
I make lists of the pros and cons of almost every major decision I make. It doesn’t always determine the outcome, but it helps.
Annoying habits of customers (I’m a waitress/check-out chick. ‘Nuff said.)
Cafes I want to go to.
Things I want to cook. Gadgets/kitchen appliances/utensils I want.
Socks I love/want.
What I want to do with my life.
Who I want to be.
Habits I’d like to cultivate. Habits I’d like to kick.
Ways I want to make the world a better place.
Ways of worship in everyday life.
How to live with other people and not want to kill them (or have them want to kill you… anyone got any ideas? Because I’m terrified.)
Songs I would sing on Australian Idol if I could sing.
Reality TV shows it’d be fun to be on.
Guilty little pleasures (watching reality tv, anyone?)
Party ideas to bring people together.
Playlists I want to make/listen to.
Now the problem with all this is, I can’t just sit around making lists all my life. No matter how much fun it is to play around with stationary (stationary I’d love to play around with. People I want to write to. Reasons why snail mail is better than electronic) I have to actually do these things if I’m ever going to be that person I want to be, to have those habits, to listen to that music. And so.
I raise a toast to getting off your bum, out from in front of the computer screen, and into real life. Happy Monday.