Items to cross off

I've noticed that people tend to carry a list of things they want everywhere they go. Sometimes these desires are expressed in their day to day activities, and other times very few people know about them. The person that holds said desires might not even be fully aware of them.

Personally, my list is mostly mental with a few physical manifestations on a white board I keep above my desk, this blog and the other online personalities I maintain. I also tend to constantly divide it into subcategories. Attainable. Frivolous. Impossible. Simple pleasures. Rights. Hopes. Possibilities. And so on.

The items on the list also shift in importance and occasionally something will show up that hasn't surfaced in quite some time.

For example, a digital SLR camera. I very nearly purchased one of these on impulse during my photojournalism class here at the good ole U of F but managed to talk myself out of it. Recently the desire has come back with a vengeance, ironically at a time where I most definitely do not have funds to spend on any extra expenditures. Much less one that costs $600 minimum. File this under frivolous.

Also on the list, a journalism job in Boston. My moving there is set but what I do once I get there is about as uncertain as possible. This is a little bit more difficult to categorize because I know that it definitely is attainable, but sometimes all of the extras and steps leading up to this get a bit overwhelming. Add a subcategory of possibility and a dash of hope and I think we're about there.

Going back to South America. Attainable and in my mind a certainty. There is no way I will let this slip through my fingers.

My morning cup of coffee. An undeniable right as well as a simple pleasure. You don't want to see me without this. Trust me.

Peace of mind/time to relax. The most difficult to achieve by far, but due to a litany of reasons that are both situational and personal. I'm in a very transitional period of my life what with college graduation, the "real world" and a more than 1000 mile move on the horizon. These facts don't really lend themselves to down time, much less peace of mind. But there's also just my personality. I'm the kind of gal that, even if I'm not saying a word, my mind is constantly whirring, spinning and clicking so that if you peered inside my skull I'm sure it looks more like a machine in Willy Wonka's factory than anything else. This has to fit in nearly every category I mentioned. Attainable, I hope so. Right? Possibility? Possibly impossible? Time will tell. I promise I'll keep you all updated.