Unlisted

I love lists.  I hate them, too.  What I have to remember about them is that they are there to serve me, not for me to serve them.  When the list starts to act like the boss, I set the list aside and try to tune in to what is truly necessary.  Surprisingly enough, whatever that is often isn’t on the list at all.

Here is a list of unlisteds, so to speak:

Breathe.

Snuggle.

Stare out the window.

Go outside.

Wiggle toes.

Share a joke.

Cool drink.

Bubbles.

Cartwheel.