I was working on clearing the room of doom yesterday. Back to my personal bag a day challenge (as in get a bag of stuff that is in your house, out of your house every day) when I came across a box of old journals. As is often the case, they usually began early in the year, and end before March.
This one was well into April, when the following list appeared:
Things I’ve always wanted to be or do:
stand up comic
radio show host
a pig, chicken and cow farmer
a good runner
a professional soccer player
a dog owner
This was dated, April 2004 which is just about when, unbeknownst to me, Sam would have been conceived. I had not yet begun the adoption process (yes, it was very fast for me: six months from walking in the agency door, to pulling the bundle which was Sam into my arms). I sat down in that room of doom, and reread that list many times. So I suppose this could have become a blog about many things apparently. Pig farmer and print maker on tour as a stand up comic posts something fabulous before her radio show? Interior designer on television walking through her sun room on the way to her garden?
So I guess this blog still could be about many things. It feels important to post this list, because somehow motherhood, and writing about it became the list, instead of on the list. What does that mean?
In praise of keeping journals, and writing it down. A journal is very different from a blog. In praise of remembering that. In praise of rediscovering them, and remembering that it’s never too late to invite manure into your life, if that is what you always wanted to do.
What’s on your list? Or is it time you wrote one?