For years, I had a list of things in my head I’d like to do in my life.
Then one day, I wrote that list down. Later, I typed it into a computer file. Where it lived for many more years.
But not quite forgotten.
As time went by, there were things I was eager to try or learn about or see, but somewhere between diapers and stuffed animals and swim lessons and homework, I mostly lost track of my list.
Several years ago, I unearthed that list and started adding things to it again. I was kind of amazed to find that I had done accomplished quite a few of the things on the list, without even remembering they were there.
Because I wrote them down.
And then, a few years after that, I started seeing a lot about Life Lists around the internet.
About a year ago, I had a conversation with a friend about blogging and being out there. Tina likes to read my posts, but couldn’t see putting her own life on display for comment. She figured that a life list in public would make her feel obligated to do something with it.
I like the way Scarlet Lily responds to that: a life list is a reminder of what makes you happy. That’s it. Here is Lily’s list. (She inspired me to add riding a Segway to my list.)
Lily says (Lily might not be her real name) that remembering all those things takes up room in your soul. Writing it down lets the universe have a go at it.
Danielle, writer at Knotty Yarn (and very witty person), summed up her experience at the Summit: life is so much better when we’re working through these dreams together. She also later determined that doing the life list this way didn’t work for her. Good knowing. She has her own way.
There are no List Police. Everyone gets to do it their way. This is supposed to add joy, make you happy, make life more interesting. There should be no damage from making a life list.
Sometimes it is scary to declare our dreams. Sometimes it is really scary to ask for support reaching them. As if they have value and could make the world a better place, just by one person living more joyfully.
Will the things on my list be even more likely to happen if I post it here than if it is sitting in a drawer or a deeply buried folder on my laptop?
I think we all know the answer to that one.
listening to: Steve Azar, Damn the Money