Is there anything better than a really good nap? I mean, I can sleep for six hours at night and wake up feeling none the better, but there are those special occasions when you doze off for forty minutes and wake feeling alive. Sure there are bad naps (I just had one), but even those leave you with a feeling of rest. Some naps aren't planned, but those that are seem divine. Middle of the day, sun is shining, as you peal the covers back and slip into the coziness. The pillow holds your head like a mother would hold her child. You pull the covers up to your neck and your body soon takes on a fetal positions and all the grown up woes evaporate. You almost start dreaming before your slumber begins. Thoughts of all the good in life seem to enter your mind and as you drift, all you desire fill your head and eases you into a deep brief sleep. You awake and feel like anything is possible. And it is.
Americans are obsessed with lists. Christmas Lists, Top Ten Lists, Shopping Lists, Hell, when I was a kid, one of the most popular books was aptly titled, The Book of Lists. We're obsessed. I make lists all the time and while I try to use the universally accepted limit of ten items, they rarely end up that way. That being said, lists are a terrible thing. I have never, not once in my life, used a shopping list. You know what I'm good at? Shopping. I buy what's on sale, forgoing the avocados this week and buying some peaches that looked ripe and at a bargain. I walk down every aisle and find things I'd never think to add to the holy list, but now see the large can is but 89 cents. Lists keep us from exploring. The inspiration for this, was not a rebuttal to a friends first blog, in which she lists things, proclaiming lists are a part of her life. No, this was inspired by a comical moment had at 5:18 in the morning. I went to get a glass of water and gazed in the frid...
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