Life is made up of lists. At least my life is. Lately, I have been making a lot of “to-do” lists. I used a list of family members when addressing Graduation invitations. My packing list is already in my travel journal (which includes said journal). I have lists of who I am and who I think I am. Who I’m looking for and who I’ve found. What I like about my self and what I’d like to improve. People who have inspired me on and who have left an impression. Why my parents are the best I ever had. What I love about my Jesus. Lists are in my blood. I grew up on lists such as, “all the dogs I ever had” or “all the cars I ever had.” I have a list of all the things I want to do before I die. I have a list of all the things I get to do after I’m dead… And so, I find that I am up at 3 in the morning making a list of lists. The list never ends, it goes on and on and on and on…
