I am thrilled to have written another list of one hundred things to look forward to. These are not just trivial lists I create in attempt to make me feel better about the future. These lists are a pair of corrective lenses for me; they awaken me to all the joys yet to be had in my life, all the things I have the potential to experience. Life gets dark, life gets hard, and it’s easy to get stuck in the cycle. These lists remind me that my Father gives me more than the cycle. He gives me countless expressions of His love, every single time I get to experience something that feels like someone switched on the lights in me, for even a moment.
I’ve written two lists like this one already, which you can find here and here. If you’re stuck in the cycle, I hope you find some of your own hopes here, or that you feel the nudge to begin dreaming again. Dreams are for life. Life is for us.
Owning wind chimes and hearing them fill the air.
Going to a rap concert.
Having another birthday.
Owning a Twenty One Pilots cd.
Having friends over for holidays.
Creating photo-a-day challenges.
Wearing red lipstick.
Reading the Jesus Storybook Bible.
Filling more journals.
Taking hipster-y pictures.
Seeing my brother do what he loves.
Watching the toddlers I know grow up into world-shaking adults.
Baking things with friends.
Sitting in front of a fireplace in the frigid winter.
Recording a Christmas album full of nostalgia.
Being a guest on a fun, comfortable web show or podcast or something of that nature.
Making music in collaboration with wonderful people.
Kissing my husband.
Growing my own herbs.
Becoming a vegetarian.
Feeling no trace of sadness.
Meeting public figures I admire.
Running into people randomly at the store.
Feeling noticed in the best way.
Finding a little community of emotional safety.
Starting an Etsy shop.
Learning new ways to make things.
Making memories with my husband before I know he’s my husband, then looking back on them later.
Being able to closely observe people play the piano so I can learn chords better.
Seeing animals outside and having small moments of quiet eye contact and connection with them.
Drinking hot cocoa.
Retreating completely on my own for a day or two.
Traveling with my best friend.
Running some kind of advice column.
Watching my children be caring siblings to one another.
Sleeping next to my husband and feeling the security in that.
Having a for-real session of professional author/album/promotional photos.
Having a colorful wall in my home.
Seeing a wedding ring on my finger that someone I love placed there.
Praying with people.
Having solid interactions with kind strangers.
Having mango and watermelon-flavored things.
Refining my wardrobe.
Going on a date to the movies.
Going to a drive-in movie.
Sitting in a nook and reading/writing/thinking for hours.
Singing background for a song on someone else’s album.
Making art that gets me excited when I finish it.
Seeing soul-healing happen in people I love.
Going sledding with my family and with friends.
Becoming braver at making conversation.
Feeling more skilled in things I currently feel like an amateur in.
Spending time in a secluded house in the countryside.
Filming a music video.
Dressing as a fairy and as Mabel from “Gravity Falls” for Halloween.
Reading more fairy tales.
Singing lullabies over my babies.
Being able to pay for things.
Seeing my husband be a father.
Exploring quirky shops.
Getting to know the family I marry into.
Rekindling friendships that became distant.
Having spontaneous dance parties.
Holding the children of my best friends.
Writing an amazing love song.
Taking walks in new places.
Leaving notes for strangers in public places.
Being able to teach people about MBTI.
Going on tour with incredible people.
Holding adorable little animals.
Seeing my children react to seeing animals in zoos/wildlife parks for the first time.
Having confidence in going places on my own.
Exploring a wallpaper center for hours.
Happening upon street art.
Dangling my feet over a dock for a calm while.
Seeing blue birds.
Visiting a butterfly garden.
Knowing someone is in love with me.
Seeing someone be someone else’s muse.
Observing the quirks of others.
Spending more time in my sketchbook.
Having a cat that likes being a sweet companion.
Owning a settee and spending a good chunk of my time on it.
Laughing harder than ever before.
Opening my home to people who need it.
Seeing which genetics my children inherit from me and from their father.
Sharing a pizza with someone I love at a picnic.
Having my passion for music be known by the people around me, instead of being bottled within myself.
Tie-dying a shirt.
Getting food with people in the middle of the night.
Making connections with people going the same direction as me.
Drinking strawberry lemonade.
Finding new things to write about.
Writing new poems that express what I want them to.
Seeing how people decorate their houses to suit their personalities.
Having a simple breakfast with people I love.
Seeing my family interact with my kids, as grandparents and an uncle.
Doing something a little wild on Leap Day.