Places I never meant to be

One of the golden rules of writing I read a while ago was to avoid the "noun as story idea" trap. I'd often find myself coming up with these ideas, for stories/ articles on 'Memory' or 'Taste', and wander around with this grand notion like a teenager writing poems on 'Love' and 'Heartbreak'.

This idea of lists (blatantly copied from a fictitious blog by a fictitious writer with writer's block), and this particular title (unrelated to the blog or writer) caught my eye. It's the name of a book I've never read, but would probably like.

Considering the amount of time I spend berating people around me for speaking and acting mindlessly, its a little humbling (to say the least) to realize how many times in life I've found myself in places I never planned to be in.

1. In the kitchen. Nowhere in the grand life plan that involved me being the celebrated writer at age 25 did this feature- That I would one day find myself perfectly content to be cooking recipes my grandmother once made, spending hours glazing a cake, or just creating dinner with whatever is in the fridge. Or (the horror of it !!) finding myself righteously shocked that a 24 year old girl didn't know how to fend for herself, food-wise.

2. The back of a police car. Yes, I realize even criminals don't really plan on being there..and maybe I shouldn't include this on a list of places I 'meant to be'. But it was interesting to find that even after a car crash and a loved one getting out of a really close shave, we sat there and joked about the weather as the cop dropped us off at the car dealership.

3. The gym. Me. The gym. Lifting weights. Running. Not a long walk as I chat with a friend, but running. And getting annoyed with girls who strut along at 3 miles an hour, chattering away and claiming to be 'running'. Ha. Beyond fat or fit, strong or fast, empowering or falling into cliches.. its just so much fun!