Remember that song from The Sound of Music, "My Favorite Things?" It starts:
"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things.
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings,
these are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favorite things..."
Dizzying, isn't it?
When does a Favorite become an Equal or even A RIVAL?
Having myself a few favorite things Too Many nags me because it often means a favorite bestselling read gets halfway completed while I pick up another--favorite today, equal tomorrow as the next favorite comes along. Then because I value clarity and integrity of purpose, I begin to chastise myself for living in an adulterous tryst with my many metaphorical lovers.
"Self, am I sane? "
In quest of balance, integrity and fulfillment, how about a favorite "waiting list", where the pursuit of today's favorite thing can be prosecuted to the fullest without being jilted by another lover?
Then, freshen up and repeat, like a player with integrity.
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