If you've known me for any amount of time, you know this. I make a list every day, sometimes in my head, but most times on paper at the corner of my desk. I guess it's my way of keeping control in the midst of all I can't control.
I'm not addicted.... I don't think....
Today, I'm a year older, a year closer to heaven, and I've made so many lists that bind me, lists that mock me if I don't get everything done. So, if I can't give up the lists altogether, I might as well make a list that will foster freedom.
I have 365 days left to be a "teenager." I've accomplished quite a bit between 13 and 19, maybe too much. I've placed a lot of pressure on myself, and some of my closest friends have joked that I skipped being a teenager.
My word for year 19 is rest. "In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and trust shall be your strength" (Isaiah 30:15).
I want to be more and do less. I don't want to get so caught up in life that I miss it.
Grace for a Year
Have a snowball fight.
Start an herb garden on my window sill.
Dance in the plaza.
Go star gazing on the beach.
Sleep on the roof.
Get my nails done with a good friend.
Buy myself a new journal.
People watch in downtown.
Buy flowers whenever I want.
Never be afraid to tell people that I love them.
Read poetry every day.
Make or thrift any new clothes.
Take more naps.
Dress up and go the the art museum.
Explore a new neighborhood.
See a Joffrey performance.
Go horseback riding.
Spend a fall day with the trees.