Speaking of lists, how do we feel about lists in general?
I love lists, and now that I’ve discovered that I can make lists on my phone and sync them to my computer (and even to my iTunes account when I remember how), my God—it’s total bliss.
A lot of self help books recommend making lists. So do other really credible sources, like internet websites and personal blogs and… er… well… moving on.
I’ve been told to make lists about what I want, about what I don’t want, about what I loved about my ex, about what I hated about my ex, of things I’ll do differently next time around, of things I won’t do differently next time around, and even how I would like to love.
And be loved.
Admittedly, I never really thought about those last two before. Those of you who’ve been with us for a while know that my previous concerns have centered around height, general intelligence and a willingness to go to the art museum and drink wine. (I swear, I really am going to find a new hobby one of these days.)
But how I want to love?
And how I want to be loved?
I’d never considered those things.
I have now—and the answers are written in a little yellow notebook that serves as my actual journal (yes, believe it or not, I don’t post everything I think on the internet).
But I’m still curious about the notion of lists in general.
Are they helpful?
Do they legitimize our oft-ridiculous expectations or do they help up process?
Do they set us up for disappointment or do they help us remain true to ourselves?
I honestly don’t know anymore…