Distraction

I love lists.

The to do list, the places I want to go list, the people I want to meet list, the actors I'd like to kiss list, the things I would like to accomplish list, the places where I want to live/own homes list, the list of ultimate goals, the list of skills I'd like to acquire, the list of roles I'd like to play, the list of relationships to mend, the people I want to work with list(that shouldn't even be a list because I will work with anyone and for food), the list of potential names for my dog child, the list of people to uplift, the list of journeys I'd like to take, the list of things I want in place when I die, the reading list, the list of must-haves for the men I date, the list of movies I need to see or add to my netflix queue, the list of things I say I don't want but secretly do want, the list of jokes I can tell in awkward situations(I have nada on that list- I'll take any suggestions you have), the list of lists I want to make…

This morning I was walking down the street and I was going over two lists in my head. The list of things I am currently obsessed with and the list of things I've always been obsessed with...I was so focused on the duo that I stepped in shit...

Immediately my brain began creating the what I was doing each time I stepped in shit list. The list quickly veered from the literal...

Fabulous.