Things To Do Before I Die #24:

Start a blog and maintain it for at least one year.

Dear Readers,

Welcome to what I hope will be the beginning of many things checked off of my many lists.

You see, I love lists.  For as long as I can remember, I’ve listed my way through life.

I started with small lists, like what I wanted to be when I grew up.  For the record, it’s always been a writer or something else.  That “something else” always changed (to everything from a supermodel when I was four years old, to a spy—inspired by my favorite book Harriet the Spy—when I was eight, to a teacher when I was in college), but writer…that has been something I have always wanted to do.  “Writer” has been my constant, my permanence in my ever-changing mind.

As I got older, my lists became both more numerous and complex.  Sure, there were the requisite “to-do” lists, but I also wrote “Things I Will Do Differently Than My Mother When I Have a Kid”, “80 Traits of My Perfect Guy”(I have since lost that list and am now happily married.  I’m sure he probably only has about half of those traits.  Isn’t it crazy how life works out sometimes?), and “Things I Would Rather Be Doing Than Listening to My Algebra Teacher” (topping the list was, “Get dipped in honey and let the bees go at it.”  I should mention right now I’m allergic to beestings).

Shopping lists were organized by aisle.  Birthday and Christmas lists (both the ones for giving and receiving) were meticulously separated by price range and subject, sometimes with creative titles.  In my early twenties, I even bought my own personalized to-do list pad because I knew just how much I’d use it.

Flash forward to present-day.  Suffice it to say that the invention of the Sticky Notes application on Windows made me a very happy girl indeed.  Here was a way to have my lists stare at me in the face every time I turned on my computer.  But I, uh, think I went a little overboard.  At this very moment, this is what my desktop looks like (pertinent identifying information blurred out, of course):

And that’s just the right side of my screen.

Like many listers (listers sound cooler than listmakers to me) out there, I started to feel overwhelmed by the sheer volume of lists that I had lying around.  More specifically, I started to feel overwhelmed by the sheer volume of things not crossed off on those lists.

So after much trepidation and planning (and many, many drafting lists), I ventured into the blogging world with the hopes of reversing the crossed-off to not-crossed-off ratio.  Luckily for me, I’m already on my way.  I have always wanted to start a blog.  In fact, on my “Things To Do Before I Die” list, it’s #24 (the rest of the list is posted in the “List of Lists” section).

In the meantime, I also hope to bring some entertainment to you all out there as I recount my crossing-off conquests, which I fully intend to love and laugh through.  From the bottom of my heart, thank you for taking part in such an epic phase of my life.  I chose to make this public in hopes that some of you out there will become my online butt-kickers when I start to slack.  I look forward to reading what you think, and perhaps even to celebrate with you as you do some list-crossing-off of your own.

Wishing You a Lifetime of Listing, Loving, and Laughing,


4 thoughts on “About

  1. Lists are tricky, tricky things … they can be reminders and saboteurs at the same time. The longer the list, the more likely it is a saboteur.
    There was an old “sayin” in the long lost West that goes: “Pass on good advice. That’s all it’s good for.” Here is what this cowgirl is going to pass on: Keep the to do lists short. The long ones shut your brain down.
    You like to write up/down, list like? Do up down poetry.

    1. Thank you so much for being the first to comment on my blog! Welcome to the site. I hope it proves to be fun reading for you. 🙂

      I very much appreciate your good advice (and extra points from it being from the cowgirl…I am partial to country-type things) and will very humbly take it. At the same time, I have to at present respectfully disagree. It’s my opinion that longer lists do seem daunting at first, but it opens up so many more opportunities and more chances to dream than a shorter list otherwise would. I like to dream big and not limit myself to just a few choices. If I can let my imagination take flight, there’s no telling what I can accomplish. The only barrier is myself telling me I can’t do it. Luckily for me, I am so fortunate to be surrounded by those who tell me every day that I can do anything I put my mind to, and to follow my bliss. They prevent those long lists from shutting my brain down.

      Also, I enjoy all kinds of lists, not just up/down ones. You can’t see it because it’s partially hidden, but my birthday list is actually left to right. Sometimes I even write in circles and in the shape of hearts!

      I do like your idea of up/down poetry, though. Perhaps I’ll incorporate it into one of my Written Word Wednesdays! 🙂

  2. Okay so I’ve always been a mad, passionate fan of Harriet the Spy too. I wanted to be her when I was little and I’m pretty sure she’s my biggest inspiration for wanting to be a writer.
    ❤ Can't wait to keep reading you!

    1. Hi Miss Sequins!
      Thank you so much for your comment! I’m glad to know that I wasn’t the only one obsessed with her. Have you seen the movie version with the very young Michelle Trachtenburg? I think she actually did a splendid job portraying Harriet. I’m almost positive I still have my little green notebook floating around with observations from my stakeouts at the rollerskating rink with things written down such as, “Girl in white skating outfit is way too good for her age. Suspicious. Look into it?”
      I hope you’ll be a reader of my blog for a long time to come. 🙂

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