I used to make lists-
What I want- I would write
on top. and then anything like
learn a certain skill, buy
something I’d seen, something
I admired. I think ‘a boyfriend’
even at some point got onto there
List of things little moments to
sit and dream. Smal things,
but also bigger things. Get a
degree or something like that.
Thinking of the lists I’m sitting
no again here and think that
perhaps it was never really about
the big things. Never really put
too much on lists like marry by
21 or kids by 23, missed both
by any means. And yet. It’s
funny right. These lists- for me,
these lists were never a kind of
‘five-year plan’ sure, I scratched
a ton of these things off, but I
haven’t been keeping track.
they were never plans. just a step
back to see at that point in time
what kind of strange funny and
spontaneous desires had find
themselves into my heart.
Perhaps, now I once again am
on some kind of crossroad-
I should try to look back on
what I wanted back then, because
I can already feel the freedom
play some gentle music in the
background. Music that underscores
the beautiful process of making
small dreams coming true.