before i gave y’all a list of my lists. And today is that time.
The following is a list of most of the OH SO CRUCIAL lists I keep on my phone, leaving out only those most personal ones. (You’re not missing anything.)
There’s the grocery list. Which always, always, always starts with ‘milk’ and ‘sushi.’
There’s the exercise list. In which I obsessive/compulsively record every workout of my life and organize them into a list per month. (Because I can make dorkiness organized AND easy.)
There’s a list of Things I Should Do. I’m the only one who ever sees these lists. So I could entitle it, “Things I Should Do But Probably Never Will” but I don’t want to. But every time I see that list I think it. Give up Diet Coke is on that list. Although, in all fairness, I DO give up Diet Coke. Regularly. Like, all the time. It’s just that I start again and so it’s LIKE I never quit, but not really, it’s totally different.
There’s a list of Scriptures I Totally Disagree With God About and So We Need to Talk These Through. Occasionally this list shrinks as discussions lead to me either saying, “Fine. I get it now. I don’t LIKE it, but I get where You’re coming from.” Or, “OH, MY GOD. THAT! IS! WHAT! YOU! MEANT? AMEN, DUDE!” Either one requires it being deleted from the list. Anything in the category of “I’m hoping You will change your mind on this and come around to MY way of thinking” and it has to stay on the list.
There’s a list of character traits I’d like to possess and currently do not.
There’s a list of stuff to pray about.
There’s a list of stuff to think about. (a lot of overlap there, but it’s slightly different and that probably doesn’t make sense but, eh.)
There’s a list of songs that need to be iTuned.
There’s a list of writing ideas for current and future characters. Scene ideas. Conflicts. Interesting settings. Etc.
There’s a list of errands. Always on this list: Target and PetSmart. (Yesterday Mike and I were on the phone and he said he saw a lost dog but it had a collar and I was all, “LOOK AWAY! LOOK AWAY, MAN. YOU DID NOT SEE THAT DOG.” I mean, I adore Callie. I do. But no more dogs.)
There’s a list of “Go-To Foods.” This is particularly ridiculous. It’s the list I look at when I’m standing in the kitchen thinking, “what do I eat, anyway?” Not, “what SHOULD I eat?” Or, “what do I want to eat?” But, “what is it I ever actually eat, because my mind has gone completely blank and i might be hungry.” (pistachios. i eat pistachios. it’s just that I FORGET until I see it on my list.)
There’s a list reminding me of what settings to use for mowing my mom’s front and back lawns. It’s a different setting for each, and I always forget.
And there’s a long gratitude list. I read it when I’m in a funk. Y’all are on that list. (thank you.)
Some people are listy.
Some people are listless.
Neither one is better than the other, it’s just that they work for me. (Some people can remember they eat pistachios without a list. I sorta admire that.)
So which one are you?