I have a lot of lists.  I have To Do lists and Packing lists and Grocery lists and Idea lists and Books I’d Like to Read lists.  There’s something strangely satisfying about making a list: I always feel like the first step is getting it out of my head.

And crossing the very last thing of your list?  There’s nothing like it.

But there’s one list I’ll never finish.

The List.

Do you have a List?  They’re sometimes called “Bucket Lists,” “Life Lists,” or “Things To Do Before I Die.”  That last one is way too morbid for me, so I’ve always just thought of it as the List.  Always with a a capital letter, mind you.

I’ve been keeping the List for pretty much forever.  I was a sophomore in high school the first time I wrote it down, but it’s been in my head for as long as I can remember.  And ever since then, I’ve kept adding.

I’ve marked a few things off my list, but they get added much more quickly.  And that’s just how I like it.