Do you still get bills in the mail? Like, they’re printed on actual paper? If so, I can relate! And if you’re like me, you don’t want to just throw them in the trash for someone to find later and steal your account numbers. It’s not like anyone would ever want to see my water bill but hey, it’s about personal privacy.
And there’s something gratifying about shredding paper into tiny, unidentifiable pieces.
This might be surprising to you: I’ve seen quite a few shredders at estate sales over the years. Haven’t bought one yet. I guess I’m waiting for “the one.” She’ll be beautiful, helpful, and color doesn’t matter. Which actually describes quite a few things I’ve got my eye out for 🙂
But about those bills. Well, let’s just say they end up in a fiery blaze on cold fall nights.
-Out of the Wilderness
During my senior year of high school, I started compiling a list of things I’d love to have in a mate. The list started with broad characteristics that were must-haves. Things like Christian, patient, good listener, thoughtful. Had the list stopped there, that would’ve been great. It’s smart to have some sort of criteria when seeking a friend for the end of the world. More specifically, a best friend to spend the rest of my life with. But the list didn’t end there. It went on. And on. And on. A total of 45 things I wrote down that defined who it was I was looking for. No prob. No prob? Yeah right… no wonder I’ve been single for so long!
I don’t think there’s ever been a woman on earth that could measure up to that list.
I might as well have created her from a computer, like these guys did. But Kelly LeBrock aside, this “perfect girl” isn’t out there. A girl I was dating years ago surmised that (and this is as we were breaking up) I’m looking for someone just like me. Mostly because of how and when it was presented, I became defensive. But she was right. Now comparing her comments to the list from high school, I’m about to blow your mind, so make sure you’re sitting down for this.
The list isn’t who I was looking for, the list is who I wanted to be.
Booya. Mic drop. You’ve been served. Insert any other overused phrase here. Even as I sit here typing I’m looking at this decades-old list and it’s blowing my mind. All these things I wrote down are either characteristics I already have, or ones I’m striving towards. If there were a girl out there that had all these qualities, I don’t think I’d fall in love with her. I think I’d be super jealous of her!
Then it makes sense that what I’m looking for in a mate now, now that I’m in my 30s and so much wiser and so much more mature, are much less specific. Less specific and not about me!
I look forward to finding this person. That is, if God’s ideas for me include a woman that can put up with a guy who made a list in high school of 45 things about her that’s really about him but at least he didn’t try to make her on a computer but maybe that was only because he didn’t know how because he was more into playing sports than computer programming.
-Out of the Wilderness