Monday, March 5
Making a list, checking it twice...
On her Weighty Matters blog http://marysweightymatters.wordpress.com/2012/03/04/more-about-the-promise-list/ and also over on Re-Inventing Fabulous http://reinventingfabulous.com/, Mary Stella—who recently had bariatric surgery—has been writing about her Promise List.
Jenny Crusie wrote today, also on Re-Inventing Fabulous, about taking note of three things that make you happy. Others list things they’re grateful for. Some of us watched The Bucket List and immediately started our own. (Some of us, it must be admitted, just watched The Bucket List and thought about starting our own.) In church, people list the names of the people who ask for prayer.
No, I’m not a list-maker. But it’s like being a plotter when I write: I wish I was.
My friend Debby starts each day with a To-get-done List. I remember looking at one that had 60-some items on it. I needed to go home and go back to bed because just reading it exhausted me. But Debby almost always gets everything on her list accomplished. “If I didn’t write it down,” she says, “I’d never get anything done.”
Well, there is that.
Lots of people I know use a grocery list. It keeps them from buying a cartful of groceries when they truly only need a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread. It also keeps them from forgetting the milk and bread.
Yup, there’s that, too.
Writers use lists. So they won’t call Sarah Jane by the wrong name a few chapters down the road. So William won’t start out with blue eyes and end up with steely gray—although they might turn that color when he’s angry. Oh, another list.
I have notebooks everywhere, even on my cell phone, so it would be easy for me to make lists if I would just do it. Maybe someday I—
And there it is. The reason I wish I made lists. So that I’d stop saying, Someday, I will—and write down, Today, I will—
I know I write a lot about aging, and I really don’t mean to beat it to death, but the truth is that along with bad knees, wrinkles, and a splendid ability to have a Good Time no matter the circumstances, age brings certain little pieces of wisdom. One of those is the knowledge that Someday is now.
So, today I will sew because I love to, and I will cook chicken for my husband because I love him, and I will…where’s that notepad? I know I wrote it down.