i make a list for almost everything i do. and when i’m done with that list, i list out more things, just so i can do everything thats on it.
a to do list,
a shopping list,
a wishlist.
tick,
tick,
tick.
with every item or task completed, i’m one step closer to another list.
do you ever wonder why we write lists to begin with?
to see our lives in linear form? to plan everything that needs to be done but in the end realising that you’ve completed everything but experienced nothing.
cut my hair,
stop biting my nails,
clear my room,
digitise the tapes,
study for driving,
plan an gathering with old time friends.
and when i haven’t done something, its this needle in my brain, a constant reminder that i haven’t completed the list. how can life possibly go on?
a long term list,
a short term list,
an achievements list,
a goals list.
methodically checking the boxes of my life. segmented onto pieces of paper. stuck here, there but always in the back of my mind, telling me that i have more things to do, more to accomplish.
in 5 years, i want to
have a drivers’ licence,
have a degree in film and tv,
have a job,
own a pet.
in 5 months i want to
have gotten at least a 3.5 for my IAP,
choose electives, doc pro, tv journ and photojourn,
master FCP,
master Motion.
in 5 days i want to
get my piercing checked on,
go to janine’s and clean out the kitty litter,
go shopping,
catch up on sleep,
go to the school library.
i want to
see the eiffel tower,
tour europe,
physically shop at victoria’s secret,
visit aberdeen,
travel alone,
have a holiday with friends,
learn to wakeboard,
own a cat,
get back into dance,
etc,
etc,
etc.
lists. they are the cornerstones of civilisation for who would have even thought about inventing anything without first making a list of why they should.
lists.
i loved it. soph, i’m so proud of you honey
