I used to be a list person. Have I mentioned that before? To-do lists, grocery lists, pharmacy lists, bucket lists, career trajectory lists, lifetime achievement lists. I would make lists of my lists. Each list would have a task to be done or goal to be achieved with accompanying timelines (two days, a week, a month, a year, three years, five years, by the time I’m fifty years old). I was also quite rigid about how I expected these plans to unfold.
Then, my father died. That life-altering event divided my existence into two distinct eras – when daddy was alive and after he passed away. Looking back, as one often does in the face of death, I realised that many of my detailed plans only partially came to fruition or not at all, while wishes I whispered on the breeze happened when I wasn’t even looking.
These days, I don’t always have the time, inclination or energy to make numerous lists. Of course, I have much to do but I have changed the way that I go about scheduling my life. I’ve learnt to think positively, say my prayers constantly, keep moving forward and allow the universe the space it needs to do its magic. I’m confident that the stars are aligning to bring me that which I need (not necessarily what I want). When I feel like planning a life in great detail, I play with my Sims.
So where do I want to be in ten years? Alive.