Recently, I found out I like lists. I mean, they’re very functional and easy-to-use, and ridiculously universal. They make me feel organized and academic. And sometimes, they make me notice things about myself that, if hidden in the middle of a thought-riddled paragraph, I may not have otherwise noticed.
Really, you could make a list for just about anything.
Like now, I’m sort of getting the urge to make a list of all the reasons I like lists.
BUT.
That would be ridiculous, right?
Anyway, it’s very strange, my list-liking.
I don’t consider myself an organized person, or even someone who enjoys the act of organizing. I’m creative. I’m all over the place. I’m emotional and messy. I’m not neat.
But I find myself tonight with the urge to LISTLISTLIST.
So:
My List of Things That Make Me FEEL:
- WORDS
- laughing always
- FAITH
- people-all kinds of them, and not just the good kind, but the bad and the crazy and the unusual and the passionate…definitely the passionate.
- Jack Kerouac
- reading
- STARS!
- songs, singing, and lyrics
- my dreams–they’re going to happen
- the people I love
- my journal–all the scribbled pages, all the mixing tangles of multi-colored inks, all the pages still blank and waiting to hold my soul
- tears
- when my dad tells me he’s praying for me
- PRAYER
- musicmusicmusic…(wow, it looks weird now, as a word, doesn’t it?)
- warmth
- jack-in-the-box beauty
- sunshine
- CHICAGO
- turquoise things
- things that exist in threes
- the HOPE I have in the life lying ahead of me in every second, every breath…and all the beautiful things out there that I have not yet realized.
DONE.
