There are so many lists out there. A to-do list. A run of show list. A shopping list. There’s even a book, which I admittedly bought, called The Checklist manifesto. I myself make a rather lengthy daily to-do list with two columns: work and personal.
For a while there everyone was making a bucket list. Or so they declared. Bucket lists at the age of 30 or even 40 are creepy to me.
Then we have the “someday” lists. Those are the items we don’t put on our bucket lists but somehow hope to achieve them someday. Not a real aspirational list, to say the least. Why even bother. It’s a list that helps in compartmentalizing the brain. In that sense it is useful. But “someday” just seems so defeatist. But also pragmatic.
I don’t have a someday list. Or at least not one that I have processed as so. I have my daily lists that are very much in the moment. I don’t think I can even process a someday list right now. Who is to say how things will be in a month? Or even tomorrow? Maybe someday I will make a someday list that isn’t self defeating and instead demonstrates a new sense of hope.