A circle gets crossed out

As I lay in my dark bedroom waiting for sleep to engulf me, I spend my last waking moments of the day thinking of everything that had been and what is to come, that is, today and tomorrow. Quite often I recall something that needs to be remembered: a task, a meeting, something to be looked up on Wikipedia, a movie I wanted to watch, etc. So just to the South of my sleepy head there is a post-it note sticking to the bed frame, and a pen is nearby, waiting for me to add to my list. Or lists.

Right now there is a few things on my list: something about the Pai's, cleaning my room, and something about getting people's birthdays written down. It isn't that interesting of a list. Sometimes the list is of things to pick up at the store [not Ernie's] or what books/cds to look at when I go shopping. On occasion I find an old list and it causes me to laugh. Today at the warehouse I found a supply list from several years ago, when we first started destroying files. It starts off okay: staplers, staples, pens, etc. Then out of left field comes a few more suggestions: a mini-fridge and some beer. I know that this must've been a joke, because at the time I didn't really drink a whole lot [...not that I do now].

There are other lists though. Like the lists of songs that I want played at my wedding [someday], or vacations I'd like to take with my family [someday], races I'd like to run [someday], cities I'd enjoying living in and so on. These are the big lists, the lists that truly impact my life [except maybe the wedding songs one]. These lists are internal ones. I don't have to write down what I've spent so much time thinking about, they're engraved on my brain somewhere. All this is to say that I think, for me, this is going to be a summer of crossing some things off of the big lists [nothing to do with romance.. sorry]. There will be some overdue vacations, some weight loss, and.. well, I don't want to ruin any surprises. It has the makings of a good summer, and that would be really nice for my heart, for my soul, and for my beard. Here's to lists, may they burn in our hands and in our hearts. you have my love.