You Know What I Mean #42: Everything Will Be Perfect Now That I Have a List
Nothing can go wrong in bullet-point form
Hi again, it’s still me and for one more day, it’s still February.
I had a very list-heavy week, so it seemed appropriate that I came across this little poem on lists. I think I wrote it as a short humor piece for a reading a couple years ago and then forgot about it. As always, I’m not a poet and I know it (I had to refrain from calling it a ‘poemy-thing’), but enjoy.
Everything Will Be Perfect Now That I Have a List
The Greek chorus of good advice
preached from their high horses
that everything will come together for me
once I write it all down.
“You always say what you’re going to do
but that’s not the same as doing it,” they scolded.
“Does it need to be in bullet form?” I asked,
taking notes on my note taking.
They dismissed me with a wave of their hand,
a magic wand, erasing that bad joke.
“Make a list and it will all make sense.”
“Much more than the excuses.”
So I did. I wrote and wrote and wrote.
What I want today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, next lifetime.
What I need today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, next lifetime.
My hopes, my schemes, my fears, my failures, my triumphs, my ambitions.
Groceries, goals, good baby names, names of places I want to visit, places I’ve visited so far, favorite snacks, favorite movies, favorite ways to kill 15 minutes while waiting for the bus, cheeses I’ve eaten, people I’ve kissed, books I’ve read, things that creep me out, things that intrigue me, things that need investigating, things I love, things I hate, but not things that don’t create any strong feelings because that would just be a waste of time.
Everything will be perfect.
I’ll be a new person.
All thanks to this list,
once I figure out where I put it.
And with that crossed off, it looks like I’m done here. Have a good weekend!
Your gal,
Andrea