:: photo courtesy of decor8 ::
Tomorrow I am going to start something new. I am going to start making lists. Not Bucket Lists. Not a To-Do Lists. Not Grocery Lists. Not Schindler’s Lists. Just…lists.
I like lists. Lists are good. They create order and structure. They’re helpful. They make sense. They’re necessary.
I’ve recently started reading this blog. It’s great. She is a big list maker. She’s been writing 52 lists–one each week. Her lists are about all sorts of things like, “things I love about Ava” and “things I learned over the weekend.” I don’t know who Ava is, but I couldn’t help but love reading her list of ten reasons why this little girl is so special.
So guess what? I’m going to start my own 52 Lists project. I love this idea–and great ideas are meant to be stolen (it’s an unwritten rule in the land of blogging.) Besides, she got the idea from here anyway.
As a mother my calendar year is from August to August anyway, so instead of waiting to start this fabulous idea on January 1st (when starting a year’s worth of lists would make the most sense) I’m starting them now.
Now I’m off. Off to make a list of all of the lists that I’m going to make.