How often have we heard phrases like these?
“Pass me the thing.”
“Where did I leave my thing?”
“I need a thingy for my thing!”
When my daughter was about three years old, she assimilated the term (I refuse to call it a word), “thingy” into her vocabulary. We were driving in the car one day and she called out to me and said, “Mum… Mum! I need a thing!”
To which I answered, “What for?”
She replied, “I need one of those white things you put in your ear to get that yellow stuff out.”
“Oh, a cotton bud for the wax?” I clarified.
“Yeah, one of those thingies!”
I wonder how much of this year we spent thinking about things? Things that we wanted, things that we wanted to get rid of, or the thing that she had or the thingies that they had?
Under the suggestion of a very forward-thinking and intuitive friend of ours, this year my husband and I completed a formal reflection of 2015 and then began to envision and create our 2016 on paper. We usually do something of this ilk, but definitely not as formal as this. Do yourself a New Year’s favour and check out the website: http://gettingthingsdone.com/2012/01/questions-for-completing-and-beginning-the-year. One of the questions asked in the review is, “What is your biggest piece of unfinished business in 2015?” While, I have no desire to be one of those bloggers who exposes way too much to the world wide web, I will say that nothing that I listed as unfinished business involved things or stuff or even material possessions. I didn’t pain over how I should have punished my daughter more for the bright pink nail polish spilt on our white Sheridan quilt. I didn’t think twice about that four panel dint that I made on our car about a week after it had been repaired for hail damage. Nor did I wish that I would have bought this thing or that thingy. My biggest gripes with the year were concerning people – relational discord and my health: not stuff you can buy but aspects of life so incredibly valuable.
People commonly forget the names of things but I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone forget the name of an experience.
Imagine hearing a conversation like this:
“My thingy was the best day of my life!”
“Oh, my wedding…”
“I’m so glad we went on that thingy to there. It was such an eye-opening experience!”
“Sorry, do you mean your holiday to Nepal?”
When you’re like me, and have only two suitcases in which to pack four people’s things for a two week family trip to Vietnam, the only three (or four) things I wish to return home with are my husband, my daughter and my son. Oh, and a lot of thingies…
“What?!” you ask.
Happy New Year!!!