I’ve always been a lister (I may or may not have just made
up my own word…take that Webster). My room is covered in post-it notes, my
planner is chalked full of to-do lists, and my hand frequently has writing all
Accompanying this habit of listing is counting down. I don’t know why,
but I love keeping track of how many days till…whatever I want. Someone once
complained to me that this was a horrible way to live—that I could never live
in the moment if I was always counting down to something. News flash to the pessimist:
counting down is a great way to live! I love getting more and more excited
about something, and anticipating an event as it draws closer. It’s the best.
And then when the event is finally here, I enjoy it that much more. So there.
Just in case you were wondering…
...110 days till I get married. Wow baby.
...58 Days till the beach. The best vacation in the world only
comes every two years…this countdown starts the last day of the previous
vacation. Pathetic? Maybe. Worth it? Totally.
...29 days till my sister Kate and cousin Madeleine come home from
London. Oh how I’ve missed those two!!
...and7 days till So You Think You Can Dance. Ah!!!!! The best
show in the history of shows is in one week. SYTYCD is to summer as water is to pool; or chocolate chips are to cookies. It is a NECESSITY.
And just in case you were wondering something else…