37 Things Left.

Coincidentally, 37 is also the the idea that the book I am currently reading started out from, where the writer's stepdad found out he had cancer and died 37 days later.

Just crossed out 25 items from my List of 100 Things to Do. Some are stretched truth, others were done more than a year ago, only a few were accomplished with dignity and pride.

I often think I should also probably make a list of 100 Things I wish I hadn't done, things I should have handled more carefully, done more wisely, with more thought and spontaneity and effort and recklessness and love and strength and commitment and tact and humility and pride all at once and all the oxymoron you can think of.