I Made a List, Then I Ignored It

What is it about making a list and crossing things off that is so satisfying to some people? 

Argh! Who’s laughing now, task? You just got owned by this Bic pen; straight line across your face. Sometimes, I get creative and put a check mark next to the task. But never an “X’. That’s two lines and that = too much effort.

Since I am a huge fan of lists (packing lists, grocery lists, chore lists, to-do list at work, what to judge my date on lists), I made a great big one for my 29^th birthday. Perhaps you noticed. It had insane things on their like baking bread and planting tulips.  And I am here to tell you that I accomplished a whopping 40% of them.

(Confetti shoots out of cannons and into the air.)

So I didn’t finish them all. Not even the bread or tulips. (I know, right?) And while it gives me mild anxiety to admit it and see goals that are not crossed out, I decided to breathe into a brown paper bag and move on. Although, the ultra competitive side of me wants to see how many tasks I can complete in the week and a day before I turn th…thir…thirt…30.

Am I being a weirdo about turning 30? Of course, I am. I’m the kid who cried in the upper (and much cooler) bunk bed on the eve of my 10^th birthday because I wasn’t quite ready to turn “double digits.” Fact. I can’t make this up. 

 But just like a kid playing hide and seek - ready or not, here it comes. I don't have a grand list to present to you that later I may or may not accomplish. I learned my lesson.  I'd like to keep the following goals to myself:

World Domination.

In the meantime, I hear it's almost beer 30. Save me a seat! (Tap, Tap)