So I’ve dropped the ball. Another NaBloPoMo started yesterday, and I didn’t figure it out until yesterday at like 11:45 pm and by then I was tired, so I didn’t write. It hadn’t occurred to me that it was March 1st. In theory, I should’ve been writing anyway because I did sign up for February’s NaBloPoMo as well, but I guess I dropped the ball on that one, too. March 2014’s theme is Self. I actually had a conversation with a good friend tonight about how I don’t like talking about myself with complete strangers — I tend to clam up. But give me a keyboard? Watch out. I realize that in actuality, this means even more strangers read the deep thoughts that spill through my fingers — but that’s just it — they spill much more freely through my fingers than they do from my mouth. So if you don’t know me very well yet, prepare to learn new things about me through this month’s Self blog.
There’s no prompt for today, so I guess I’m left to my own devices right now.
But I was struck with an original thought this morning! Sometimes I have those. I was sitting in church listening mostly intently to the sermon (I could summarize it for you, I was listening, but it’s about to sound like I wasn’t). I was sitting with a dear friend, her husband, and her three girls. After the younger two had disappeared off to Junior Church, it was us three adults, and my friend’s 9 year old, who was scribbling furiously in a notebook she’d brought with her. Curious, I glanced over. I noticed a couple of things. Firstly, I noticed how neat her printing is. She’s a Grade 4 teacher’s dream. Lovely penmanship on that girl.
But then I saw what she was writing. She was writing lists of things she can and can’t live without. At that point, I stopped being so snoopy and I let the girl write. Her Momma peeked at some of them, and shared some of them, but I turned my attention back to the sermon and tried not to let the now-mulling blog post inspiration (gleaned from a 9 year old… maybe she’s 10… anyway) distract me from the deep meaning that was in this morning’s message.
But now that I’ve had the afternoon to think this through, please enjoy getting to know me by experiencing the top ten things I can and can’t live without.
I Can Not live without (only a couple of them are in order — for example, Jesus is definitely number 1, but peanut butter isn’t the second most important thing in my life):
- Peanut Butter
- The Bible – every inerrant word of it.
- Music — all of it. Mostly the fiddle though. And country. And…. ok Music.
- My fam jam.
- My dear, dear friends. The ones right here in my city, the ones I only see at Camp, the ones I left in Niagara when I moved away from home, the ones all over, and that random one in Wasaga Beach whom I think I’d miss even if I’d never met her :P You know who you are.
- The dog. This face.
- Carbs. It’s been a proven fact. Science! :p
- My cognitive ability to express myself through the written word — even if it comes at the expense of my willingness to be verbally expressive. Oh, and books. This has to go here or I’ll go over ten… and I know I make the rules, but top 11 lists are just bizarre.
- Facebook. Legit — think I’d perish. Social media in general. Maybe this is bad? I dunno. I refuse to buy into that. Probs my phone, too… let’s be real.
- I caved. Had to go to 11 anyway. Disregard the rant in 9. Movies. They can’t go away.
And now, before I snooze, the 10 things I most definitely CAN live without:
- Mean peeps, and general awko taco situations.
- Snow. All of it. Be gone. (except on December 24-25)
- My slow metabolism and the resulting occasional bout of low self-esteem.
- Math (this probably isn’t true, though it’d be fun to try)
- Report Cards. Gosh. You’d think as a writer I’d hate these less, but… not true. Loathsome things, they are.
- Going to the dentist.
- The sense of entitlement that is so prevalent in many of the kiddos I teach right now. Note: I am not saying I can live without the kiddos. I love them. They just need to understand that they don’t just deserve stuff… not just because.
- Staff Meetings.
- Car and House Maintenance — things need to quit breaking. For real.
- Bathing Suit shopping.
Get ready to learn lots about me this month! It’s gonna happen!