Okay. I admit it. I am a list maker. If you look at my desk, bulletin board, purse, books or any other place I might have slipped a piece of paper in you will see some kind of list. I have lists for just about everything; meals I want to try (most of them not so healthy), tasks I have to complete on a day by day basis, classes I still need to take if I want to keep my targeted graduation date, things I want to do before I kick the proverbial bucket, and I even have a list for the dates I placed boxes of Kleenex in certain areas of my house so I have an idea of the most frequent usage areas (I know, this one even I’m surprised by).
I sound like an over structured drill sergeant, when in reality I’m so scatter brained that if I didn’t have these lists I’d be wondering aimlessly through life not accomplishing squat. But that’s just me. Or is it? Imagine my surprise when I ran across this really cool series of books designed specifically with list makers such as myself in mind.
Talk about a neat idea. This series of books created by Lisa Nola has my name written all over them. They are books with specific topics and a question listed on each individual page. Under the questions are blank lines so the owner of the book can fill in the information. The website describes the series as follows: “listography is a personal tool for creating a database of lists, such as: things to remember, to-do's, wish lists, references, likes/dislikes, autobio lists, photo lists...”
See what I mean? This is right up my alley. But why would YOU want a whole book of just lists?
Have you thought about how telling lists are? I’ve always loved those books for grandparents and parents where they write about things they did when they were younger. It’s a neat way to live on in your own words long after you are gone. Look at the Kleenex example I listed above. Unless I tell someone about this little quirk of mine, no one will ever know. I sometimes wonder if this lunatic act is unique to me or if maybe I come by this crazy obsession genetically (knowing my family, I’m voting genetically). So really, when I’m obsessing over next year’s Kleenex budget and making a list as to how much I’m really going to need, I’m not just showing the world my psychosis. I’m sharing a small glimpse of myself with my future grandchildren (or at least helping their psychiatrist figure out why they are obsessing over Kleenex boxes ;-) ).
Staying with this month’s topic, I wanted to share a short list of some of the things I’m thankful for. After all, what would a post about lists be, without an actual list…
- --I’m thankful for my ability to make the most of Life.
- --I’m thankful for my health.
- --I’m thankful for my job.
- --I’m thankful for my family and friends (yay, Petit fours and Hot Tamales blog sisters!!!).
- --I’m thankful for the gifts God has given me.
- --I’m thankful for just being able to be me.