When I was a kid, I collected "stuff" ... not junk..stuff. Either way, to my mom, it was junk. I collected rocks, marbles, stamps, seashells and lists. I didn't realize that I collected lists until....yesterday.
My fist list I made when I was about 8 years old. It was a list of baby names that I decided that I would name my babies when I was old enough to have some of my own. I added to that list it seemed like, every day. I came up with great names too and the list carried on even until my second daughter was born. I've always liked names and even now, when I hear beautiful names, I think to myself, "Hmmmm, maybe I'll remember that name in case I have a grandbaby or two or three or maybe a new puppy.
The next list I collected was the what I'd do when I was rich list. The list started out like this:
My sister and I wrote a letter to "The ladies of the orphanage". We asked to adopt every baby that didn't have a home, including dogs, birds and cats. We wanted to buy a big house for all of them to live. Then, with some of the money, I'd buy a motorhome and travel everywhere. Then, I'd buy a house. A big house that my twin sister and I decided we'd share. Her and her husband and kids would have the upstairs area and me and my boo and kids would have all of the downstairs. The list grew larger and larger.
I also kept a crush list. Those were the boys that I had crushes on. When one of them made me mad, I'd cross his name off of that list.
Then, there was the best friend list. Of course my sister was my best friend but there were always other kids that were "best friends" too. The moment that they overstepped boundaries, they were crossed off the list.
One time, our neighbor who was a "best friend" on the list, came over to play. She started to act like a brat. Of course my sister and I innocently (yeah right) asked her to leave. She refused so we beat her up. Yeah. We acted like hooligans. We jumped on her and tore her dress and she ran home crying. Her mom and dad came over with her crying hysterically, to talk to our parents. Gulp. I looked at her dress, torn up and thought, "Dang, we're in trouble now." We got spanked but her name also got crossed off the list.
As I got older, I made lists of what I wanted to be when I grew up. The list varied. One minute, I was going to be a singer and travel around the world. Then, on the list I wrote, actress, a teacher, a doctor, a writer and a veterinarian. My how my list changed!
Aftr my divorce, I collected a list of must have's and can't haves when I began dating again. Must have: !. Accepts me just the way I am Can't Have: 1. Can't wear false teeth
Through my lists, I've learned much about myself. Not only am I more focused on making something happen, I hold myself accountable for not making it happen. List collecting is not such a bad deal after all!!
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