When you make a list, at the point of writing, you make a conscious decision to commit to completing the items listed. The mere act of recording fifty-five things that I want to accomplish in fifty-five months (and actively tracking my progress of completing) has challenged me? Changed me? For example, I travel an hour and a half to Melfort, SK regularly. Sometimes I have to venture to the booming metropolis of St. Brieux (or Naicam, or Kelvington). I usually take the same road. Last week, I decided to take a different road home, one I have never taken before. I am so glad that I did as I came across this log construction home.

Other progress that I have made on my list:

I photographed an abandon building (on a brutally cold day, I might add);

I read three poems (one of which was Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken);

I donated nine books;

I visited my daughter;

Not only did I take grid 773 from St. Brieux through Pleasantdale and Kinistin reserve, but I also took hwy 15 between Leross and Raymore to get to Lumsden (two new to me roads);

I wrote/published a story;

I tried a new wine (aptly called Gigglewater);

I lit a fire in the fireplace;

And last night, after lighting my Yule log,I made a list of 55 things for which I am grateful.