Sometimes when I’m skimming other people’s blogs I see wishlists like this:
Things to do this summer
1. Travel Route 66
2. Have a watermelon seed fight
3. Eat a popsicle at top of the Berry Street Park slide
4. Take 50 pictures of 50 year olds
5. Make tent with sheet and dining room table
6. Join art co-op
I am a different sort of person. I have no list. Why set myself up for failure?
I prefer to let my list self-create. When a pleasant or quirky thing happens, it goes to the top of my list, (I prefer queue) and is immediately crossed off. In this manner I avoid the disappointment and feelings of inadequacy that an unfulfilled wishlist might produce.
This morning for example, I scared the pants off myself – quite an accomplishment, and something I’ve been meaning to do for some time. Now it’s on the list and it’s already crossed off.
See, I was getting ready for work around 6 am, and I heard a woman’s voice whisper “Mary.” I screamed, “What?! What the …!”
Knowing no one was in the house but me, I was all astonishment. In fact I’ll go all Jeannie Ralston and say I jumped out of my skin, was shaking like a leaf, frozen with fear, struck dumb, and as white as a ghost. And all of this before the sun had even risen “like a sliver of near-neon orange that was spreading out on the horizon like a just-split egg yolk.”
A life, any life, holds such promise for self-creating lists of inconsequential greatness.
self-created list of inconsequential greatness
1. Scare the shit out of myself