Summer has begun.
And with that the annual cleanout has started. The cleanout is that special day I set aside, usually a Sunday, to clear out all the junk I have collected over the year. My cleanout usually includes finding piles of paper I hoarded through both semesters. The sheets that have more doodles than notes and sarcastic dialogue in the margin of me writing to whoever was sitting next to me.
Today is the cleanout and I found a notebook stashed under my bed. A softback covered in Bratz bookwrap and plastic.
The i in my name is dotted with a heart and the penmanship is flawless. In 2011 those superficial details mattered. In 2011 I was in high school and appearance was everything. There was a direct relationship between the quality of your stationary and the quality of the person. I was so naïve.
When I was in high school I had an odd obsession with Bratz, I’m trying to remember why, but I can’t. I bet I liked their perfect hair and their perfect clothes. And their perfect animated lives.
I used the Bratz book during undergrad. Not in class or anything, but at home. After every creative writing class we were given an assignment to work on for the following week. I wrote all my poetry drafts in this Bratz book. Then I typed up perfect versions of those drafts and submitted them as first drafts, pretending that I did not agonize over one line for 30 minutes. And then later agonized over the title of the poem.
At the end of 2014 I planned on having a perfect summer. I did have a perfect summer. It changed me in so many ways that I will forever be grateful for everything I experienced.
Anyway, I planned the perfect Summer. Literally. I wrote a “To-Do List”. It reads:
- Go on a picnic.
- Watch the sunrise.
- Watch the sunset.
- Be happy.
- Read more.
- Say yes more.
I wrote these in blue ink. It must have been the pen I had on me at the time.
At the end of the list there are additions in black ink. I don’t remember when I added it. But I’m pretty sure it was towards the end of the summer…
- Love myself.
- Stop chasing perfection.
Summer has begun. Again. For 2015.
And I didn’t write up a “To-Do List” on how to have the perfect Summer in 2015/2016. Perfection doesn’t exists and I’ve already told myself to stop chasing it. Last summer I did a few of the things on my list. But this summer I only plan on doing three:
- Be happy.
- Love myself.
- Stop chasing perfection, it doesn’t exist.
Okay enough with the heavy. I forgot how good it feels to write, wow.
Do you have a Summer To-Do List?
Or a Winter To-Do List, my friends in the Northern hemisphere?
Let me know. 😉