To the women out there-I think many of us have this problem.
OR...I am just special. To be determined.
I think I was born with a to-do list in mind. I was supposed to be born on Valentine's Day, but I arrived a week early. Not shocking. I'm an early bird, after all.
I remember keeping a to-do list at six.
Every single day for the past seven years, at least.
Now that's a little frightening.
You'd think something like that would get worse with age. Like I'd have to control every facet of every day.
Well...I do. BUT. While everyone around me seems to be panicking about jobs, money, etc., I've realized that life is absolutely what we make it.
And every day deserves a moment for reflection and friendship. Or chocolate cake. Pick your poison.
We all know things are changing. Things are uncertain. The unemployment rate sucks. Odds of college graduates getting jobs are on the (really) low end. The water we drink could give us cancer. The earth could be swallowed whole by a super volcano any day now.
And guess what? None of that matters. If finding a job is tough, I'll work at McDonald's until I figure it out. If someone, or me, gets sick, we will get through it. And if the earth gets swallowed whole, well, I want to know that I lived until the day I died.
Plans are great. They keep life in order. But sometimes veering off the 20-item to-do list is just what your soul needs to remember it's part of a living, breathing being who's time here is limited.
Laughing with friends, springtime thunder storms, holding a sleeping baby and taking weekend excursions are what makes a life lived. I think. I'm 21, people, what do I really know.
Bucket list item 24: See a mountaintop sunrise.
Side note: I've never planned love. If I had, I would have forbade dating until after college, moved to Ireland and open a coffee shop. (Probably.)
But I've got something much better. A boy who I truly love, plain and simple, and friends and family who I will continue to live in the same country with.
That's what I call perfection.