Stupid like lists
This time of year I think it standard practice for most people to reflect on their blessings. It is so easy to wallow in sadness. It’s easy to obsess or contemplate on what one doesn’t have.Â
I, too, am guilty of this behavior.Â
I didn’t ask for my hardships (if you can even call them that) or these struggle laddened scrolls. When I look at what I have compared to others around me I should be shamefully lashed.
It’s true—- I am that spoiled teenaged brat.
Maybe it is human behavior to focus and remember the negative. To pick something apart leaving a near perfect experience flawed.Â
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not exist. To never have been. To just not be. There can be no worry or hardship in any of that. To be off a hook I never asked to be on.
The if only, the only if, the I wish I hads, the I wants, and the I woulds —pop up and out— like evil green gremlins.
My unrest pushes me forward in positive directions most of the time. I can obtain these things I desperately want though hard work and persistence (I do believe this). I have been guilty of hitting the whiskey when I have been really lazy and low. I allow myself these moments to slip up. I am flawed and recognize it. I am smart enough to know Motrin is always waiting for me the next morning. It doesn’t happen often— and now— rarely ever at all.
I was rummaging through my writing. I have projects that are taking shape. I can see what they might become. I am getting excited. This weekend I ran across my list of “old likes”. I drafted these when I was at my low. I am amazed at how many of these items focus on my physical warmth and comfort. I wonder if this is the same for mankind.Â
To obsess and focus on how the outside world treats us.
I had a client in my office that was in such a bad state. I remembered my “like assignment” so I gave her the same one. I tell her to go home and to write me a list. I hope when she is done writing it she will see how ridiculous she is.Â
I hope it will help her.
So in my moment of despair and stupid human condition this was it—this was my pathetic list:Â
I like hot baths with lots of bubbles
I like day old lasagna and spaghetti
I like wine and tea lights
I like dinner with friends
I like high heels
I like being a mother and glad that I am
I like the sound of my children’s laughter
I liked my grandfather’s whiskers on my cheek
I like a good book
I like how I feel after running three miles
I like being in shape and thin
I like my Rockford office
I like ponchos and turtle necks
I like vacation adventures
I like children
I like a neat and orderly home
I like a legal challenge
I like to dance
I like flowers
I like that my loved ones spoil me on my birthday
I like most perfume
I like fine jewelry (even though I don’t have much)
I like my well worn shoes
I like my well worn jeans
I like my Picasso print
I like Katie’s art and her giggle
I like Jackie’s smile and sweet goodness
I like Sarah’s focus, drive and sensitivity
I like that my father is soft
I like that my mother is hard and predictable
I love my sister and her open home and heart
I love babies
I love the beach
I love warmth
I love feeling cherished and safe
I love sharing ideas and discussing all sorts of topics with my friends
I love live music
I love lots of good food at a cheap locale
I love the smell of a new car
I love Chicago
I love Vitale’s pizza
I love to flirt
I love butterflies and fireflies
I love when he opens the car door
I love a big soft and comfy bed
I like the silver rings I bought in Mexico
I like the necklace my friends bought me in Spain
I like my timeshare
I like my crappy little car
I love my friends
I like that unexpected good things come my way without my asking
I like that I am smart
I like soft blankets
I like helping people I don’t know
I like being a lawyer
I like my office staff
I like makeup
I love music
I love road trips
I love experiencing new people and things
I like the feeling of fear and the adrenalin rush that comes from jumping out of a planeÂ
I like a back rub with baby oil
I like spoiling the girls
I like learning about gardening
I like that I can speak Spanish
I like hot coffee with milk and sugar (even better with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle)
I like it when I can be just me
I like it when I am understood
I like the truth even if it is ugly
I like to laugh
I like smart and witty people
I love fall and hot cider
I like white rice swimming in salt and melted butter
I like nachos and cheese
I like the scar on my face
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