For as long as I can remember, I have made lists. Perhaps it started with the most important list for any child- the Christmas list. Back when department stores printed 300 page catalogs, my parents would plop one of those bad boys in front of me and ask me to make a list for Santa. Yes, I was one of those children who believed (and still does) that Santa bought the bulk of his gifts. There’s just no way that man and his little minions could fabricate my many Barbie desires, no matter how much magic he knows or how many cookies he consumes.
Over time my lists expanded to more mature (or perhaps the word I am looking for is “boring”) topics. Homework, dreams (the sleeping kind, not the life kind), projects, resumes, groceries, etc. Most days find me leaving work with a list of things to accomplish that evening. Because we cannot let fake pretenses and lies come between us and our internet friendship, let’s be real. Little is more satisfying than checking those items off the list.
Since my days of undergraduate study, I have been compiling a list in my head of things I like. An item is added simply by stating, “Things I like, by Jackie Perry.” followed by the be-liked item.
And so here begins this blog. Prepare to have a portion of my brain somewhere beneath the Occipital Lobe unloaded upon you!
Things I like, by Jackie Perry.