I'm a list maker. Otherwise known as a lister. I make random lists. Some on paper. Some in journals and some, inside of my head. My bucket list, for instance is inside my head. Why? That way I can add to it or even subtract from it and not feel a bit of shame. I have repeated my bucket list enough to those close to me so they already know it by heart, that is...unless I add something to the list. The other day, I added petting a baby panda bear. Yes, I know it's not safe. But, it's a bucket list that is in my head so I can keep it there until I change my mind (if I do). Years ago, when my daughter J liked to go grocery shopping with me, she liked to collect grocery lists that she found. When I found a few, I would save them for her. I asked her why she said that she thought it was intriguing to see other people's lists and their handwriting. She could use her imagination to guess what the occasion was, how old they were and maybe what recipes or menus they were creatin...
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